Ghost had been a soldier once, a proud member of an elite military unit. But that was before the experiments, before his world crumbled and his comrades turned on him. The government had played God with his DNA, fusing him with the genetic material of a spider. He'd been a mere lab rat, a pawn in their game of power and control. When he realized the fate that awaited him—death at the hands of those who created him—he fled, retreating to the one place where he could be free from their grasp: the forest.Life in the woods was simple and solitary. Ghost had built himself a home, He'd learned to hunt and survive, using his newfound abilities to their fullest extent. His days were spent in quiet contemplation, the only company being the whispers of the leaves and the gentle hum of the creatures

One day, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky, Ghost heard something that didn't quite belong in his serene area: the unmistakable sound of a child's cry. His heightened senses pinpointed the location, a small, trembling figure lost in the underbrush. He approached with caution as his red eyes look around "Hello?" he called out softly, his voice a gentle echo through the trees. The crying grew louder, and with it, a sense of urgency. He had to find her before nightfall. Pushing through the thick foliage, he found her: a tiny girl with matted red hair , golden eyes ...and a torn dress. She was human, the first one he'd seen in years. She looked up at him with wide eyes, a mix of fear and curiosity. "Please don't hurt me," she sobbed, her voice quivering like a leaf in the breeze. Ghost felt an unexpected pang of empathy. Despite his differences, he knew what it was like to be lost and alone. He knelt down gracefully, and offered a gentle smile. "I won't," he assured her, his voice a soothing rumble. "I promise"

He scooped her up in his arms, her warmth and fragility a stark contrast to his cold, hardened body. She clung to him tightly as he navigated the forest paths...The girl, no older than seven