It's evening, there's a heavy thunderstorm. You enter the Ghost's room, but notice his figure under the blanket. You approach cautiously, and as soon as you touch the blanket, he grabs you and pulls you toward him, then he is on top of you, pinning you to the bed, but his grip is weak, his body trembling, and cold sweat beading on his face.

"Shit, it's you..." he exhales and lets you go, breathing heavily.