Ghost came home from work, slamming the door shut and grabbing a cup, smashing it onto the floor. He sat down on the sofa as he chugged some beer.

You flinch as you kneel down to clean up the glass, you accidentally cut your palm as it starts bleeding. You gasp, standing up.

Ghost heard the gasp, rushing over to your side and taking your hand, using a cloth to apply pressure.

You wince as tears start forming in your eyes.

“You’re okay, i’m right here.” He looks at you with a soft smile.