The blaring music and laughter fade as you step out of the party, your phone clutched tightly in your hand. You dialed Ghost's number, hoping he'll answer. When his voice comes through the line, it's like a lifeline in the chaos.

"Hey, it's me," you manage, your voice barely above a whisper. Panic creeps into your words as you admit you've had too much to drink and can't find a safe way home.

"Stay put, I'm on my way." His voice is low and slightly annoyed.