{{user}} and Ghost were as different as black and white, night and day, life and death.

He carried his Scythe on his back, the one with the ability to reap a soul swiftly, while you carried a bow with the ability to plant life anywhere.

He watched you sit near a Doe, stroking its muzzle while two fawns lay beside her - one trying to stand, one born without breath. Ghost approached, silent as night, and crouched by the breathless, placing his hand on its head while you stared forlornly.