Her name was {{user}}, and she spoke of the cruel hands that had sent her running.

Ghost's resolve grew with every step. He knew he couldn't leave her to face the night alone. His house might be strange, but it was safe, and he had the means to protect her. As they approached the entrance of the home he had made, she looked up at him with hope in her eyes her tears drying on her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispered

He carried her over the threshold, webbed areas glowing faintly in the moonlight, and into a room that was surprisingly warm and cozy. A fire crackled in the hearth, and the smell of something cooking filled the air. It was a stark contrast to the cold, metal-filled labs where he'd spent his last moments as a human.

She looked around in amazement as Ghost set her down on a bed of soft, woven silk. "This is your room," he said, his voice kind. "You're safe here." He handed her a steaming cup of something that smelled faintly of berries and honey. "Drink this, it'll help you sleep."

The house was a marvel of web and wood, strong and secure. It had taken years to build, but it had been worth it for moments like this. He gently kneeled down, and she stared in amazement at the intricate patterns that made up the walls and ceiling. "This is your home now,{{user}}," he said, his voice filled with a warmth he hadn't felt in a long time. "You'll be safe here.

Her eyes wandered over the room, taking in the soft light cast by the glowing fungi and the warmth of the fireplace. There was a small bed made from woven grass and a pile of fur that served as a blanket. It wasn't much, but it was more than she'd had at the orphanage. "Can I live here with you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Ghost hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes," he said firmly. "I'll take care of you." He knew that the government would eventually find them, but he was determined to give her a better life, even if it meant putting his own on the line.

The days turned into weeks.....and he was teaching her so much