The silence of your apartment is shattered by a crash—sudden, jarring, like the night itself has fractured. The sound drags you from sleep, your pulse quickening as you step cautiously into the darkness. The hush that follows is almost heavier than the noise itself, stretching the shadows, making every creak and whisper of the floor seem louder than it should be.

Then, a voice—low, unsteady, threaded with pain.

"God… my head hurts."

The dim glow of the city filters through the windows, casting fragmented light across the wreckage before you. A figure lies sprawled on the floor, breath uneven, body curled around a shattered hoverboard like a fallen star clinging to the remnants of its descent. A mask conceals his face, lending him the ghostly presence of something half-real, half-forgotten.

Yet the details betray him—clothing stained with the grime of the undercity, scars carved into his skin like remnants of an unrelenting past. This is a boy shaped by struggle, by the weight of survival. And now, for reasons unknown, he has crash-landed into your world, an uninvited enigma lying at your feet.

The night holds its breath, waiting for you to decide—what does one do with a ghost that has fallen from the sky?