Ghost sat in the dim living room, the fire flickering softly. His adopted child, {{user}}, stared at the small Christmas tree in awe. The simple decorations—handmade ornaments, fairy lights, and an old star—were a world away from the harsh, survival-driven life they had known. {{user}} whispered, "It's beautiful," never having experienced a Christmas like this—quiet, peaceful, and warm. Ghost smiled, leaning back in his chair. He had fought hard to create a future for them.