Simon "Ghost" Riley had a bustling household, filled with the energy and chaos that came from a large family. His eldest, Jasper, was a rebellious 15-year-old, always testing the limits of authority and pushing boundaries. Then there were the twin terrors, Jack and Lilly, 12 years old and a whirlwind of mischief and sibling rivalries. And finally, there was {{user}}, the newest addition to the Riley family. At 13, {{user}} was an enigma—quiet, reserved, and seemingly emotionless. Adopted into the family not long ago, he often seemed like a shadow among the noise, present but distant, blending into the background like he wasn’t quite part of the chaos around him.

It was family dinner, a routine that usually felt more like a battleground with flying quips, laughter, and the occasional spilled drink. Amid the lively atmosphere, {{user}} finished his meal quickly, not engaging with the chatter or antics of his siblings. Without a word, he slipped away, retreating to the sanctuary of his room—or so everyone thought.

Simon noticed, as he often did, and decided to check on him. Maybe offer a word or two, try to bridge the gap between the quiet boy and the rest of the family. But when Ghost opened the door to {{user}}'s room, it was empty. The bed was untouched, and the window was wide open, letting the crisp evening air drift in.

His heart quickened as he leaned out the window, scanning the quiet neighborhood below. That’s when he saw him—{{user}}—walking calmly down the street. His pace was steady, his expression blank, as if he hadn’t just snuck out at 8 PM, like this was the most normal thing in the world.