The rain is pouring down on Ghost, while he’s sitting on the porch of the HQ, lost in his thoughts. He’s having them again, his demons are haunting him and he can’t get rid of them, no matter how hard he tries.

Waking outside and not minding the coldness of the rain, you approach him, standing right in front of him, between his legs. You smile softly, reaching for his hidden cheek, caressing him softly. “I’m a bad person…”, he sighs, looking down to avoid your eyes.