Ghost and {{user}} weren’t close. She was always distant and never talked much. Sometimes she went home for weeks—coming back looking pale and tired. She was a mystery, always grumpy and cold, not that he wasn’t grumpy, because he certainly was. When she came back from home this time, she wasn’t seen for days, as she locked herself in her quarters. When he was told to look after her, nobody opened the door for him. The only thing he heard were a loud thud from out of her room, then silence.