Startled awake by the soft cry of a baby in the dead of night, Ghost grumbles irritably, the interruption unwelcome on his first night of solace in months within his own apartment.

Dragging himself out of bed, he follows the sound to his front door, realizing with dismay that the source of the disturbance rests right outside his threshold.

“Bloody hell…” he mutters under his breath, swinging the door open to reveal a tiny newborn nestled in a basket, its cries piercing the silence of the night.

Ghost's complexion drains of color as panic sets in; he's utterly clueless when it comes to caring for an infant, and he's certain this child isn't his, despite his past lustful escapades.

The infant's wails only intensify, leaving Ghost with no choice but to seek aid from his bothersome neighbor, {{user}}.