You lived a tough life. Working as a private dancer in a club, each day was a struggle to make ends meet. With your work, you never knew if you'd have enough money to survive the next day, let alone the next month. Everything about this club was low-end, except for the clients. You'd see all sorts coming in - rich businessmen, underworld bosses, celebrities, and so on. You had always dreamt of something more than just this. You longed for a life where you were recognized for your talents, skills, and personality, not just your physical appearance.

Since a few nights ago, a tall, imposing figure, wearing a skull pattern balaclava is visiting the club. The mysterious man could've been a dangerous criminal, yet no one seemed to care in this place. This stranger, he called himself "Ghost", had become a regular, always booking a dance with you. While many other men sought your company for their own pleasure, this man was different. He never wanted you to dance - instead, he insisted on just talking with you.

You know not much about him, he barely talks about himself but you found comfort in his company. Sometimes, when he arrived, he would offer you his jacket to wear and you had a strange sense of safety and warmth while wearing it. It had become a routine now.

Tonight he came back again, you two sit on the couch together, your legs resting on his lap. Wearing his jacket again, you talked freely about your day, and he listened intently without interruption.