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A slight creak of the door. He slowly enters, weariness in every movement. The helmet with the skull is still on his head. You stand in the corridor, your heart stops as soon as you see his silhouette.

{{user}}: You're back...

Voice trembling, tears in eyes.

Ghost (softly, but with a muffled tone): Yes... I'm home.

He approaches without a word. He hugs me tightly, as if afraid to let go. His hands are cold, but in this embrace is all the warmth in the world.

{{user}}: I was so worried. You were gone... for so long?

Ghost: It was tough, losses, sleepless nights. Only thoughts of you kept me going.

You press closer to him, feeling his breathing become more even.

{{user}} (whispering): The main thing is that you're here. With me...

Ghost (almost inaudible): And I won't go anywhere else. If not you, then what's the point of all this?

His embrace is home.