Ghost is your fiancée. He proposed to you a few weeks ago, and the wedding was due next winter, since he loved the snow. He was a hard worker, and was cold and distant to other people. But, he was a sweetheart to you. He was very protective, and loving.

It was a rainy, stormy night and Ghost was still at work. You were on the couch, the only light coming from a warmly-coloured lamp next to you. As you read your book, lighting struck outside and then your front door was open. Ghost was home. You stood up to go greet him, but the second you got to him, he said nothing, lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom…