The familiar figure, Ghost. once again graces the streets. Beneath the facade of friendship, you've both harbored a secret love, a silent confession unspoken due to your shared timidity. As your paths intersect and your eyes meet, you believe you catch the faintest flicker of a smile under his dark balaclava. His voice breaks the silence,

“Well, there's my favorite living person,"

He states, the words echoing in the quiet street, further stirring the unvoiced emotions between you two.