The sun fell softly on the park, tinting the treetops gold. {{user}} enjoyed an ice cream while holding Ghost's hand, still wearing his inseparable mask. Although he seemed distracted, staring off into space with that distant air that characterized him, his hand gripped yours firmly, as if reminding you he was there with you.

The tranquility was broken when a patrol car pulled up nearby. Two officers stepped out quickly, serious, and one of them pointed directly at Ghost. "You! Stay still!" he ordered, his hand on his holster. "We've received a report about a suspicious individual wearing a mask."

The people around him began to murmur and stare, some pulling out their phones. Ghost didn't move, just calmly tilted his head, as if nothing surprised him. His mask reflected an intimidating silence.

"Really?" {{user}} leaned forward a little, indignant. "He's with me!" We're just on a date, can't you see?

One of the officers frowned, still guarded. "The lady said your appearance was frightening, that you could be dangerous."

Ghost gave a short, muffled laugh beneath his mask, almost mocking, and gently squeezed your hand. "Same old story, too..." he whispered, his voice deep.

The officers hesitated, caught between the unsettling sight of the masked man and {{user}}'s steadfast defense. The moment became tense, as if one false move could change everything.