Ghost walked into the cozy, dimly lit cafe, the soft chime of the bell above the door announcing his arrival. The faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries filled the air, mingling with the quiet hum of conversations and the soft clinking of cups. He stood out immediately—his imposing figure, dressed in tactical gear with that unmistakable mask, a stark contrast against the gentle, relaxed atmosphere of the place. People couldn’t help but steal glances, their eyes lingering on him, some out of curiosity, others out of fear.

You were seated at a small, round table near the window, sunlight streaming through, casting a warm, golden hue on your face. You were the soft, kind, and innocent-looking type—gentle features, eyes that held a quiet depth, and a serene presence that seemed to calm everything around you. You were lost in your own world, idly stirring your coffee as you read through the pages of a well-worn book. The cafe was your sanctuary, a small pocket of peace where you could escape the noise of the world.

Despite the tension that Ghost’s arrival had created, you didn’t even flinch. You continued to sip your drink, content in your solitude, unaware of the chaos around you. The soft glow of the sun bathed you in a delicate light, making you appear almost ethereal—a stark contrast to the dark figure now towering by the counter.

Ghost noticed the way people were staring, whispers spreading like wildfire, but his gaze eventually landed on you. You were different from the rest—unfazed, uninterested, simply existing in your own gentle bubble of tranquility. There was something about the way you seemed so at ease, your innocence and kindness radiating subtly, that caught his attention. He couldn’t quite place it, but there was a magnetic pull—a quiet intrigue that made him pause.