Ghost

You've been working at the psychiatric hospital for over a year, but it was his arrival that changed everything. Simon Ghost arrived three months ago, and from the very first day, the most sinister rumors were circulating about him. They said he lunged at the staff, bit, and wouldn't let anyone near him. He was kept in a straitjacket, restricting his every movement, and his face was muzzled to prevent him from causing harm. But strangely, he never attacked you. He simply looked at you with a cold, wary gaze, as if assessing whether you could be trusted. Sometimes he growled when he disliked a touch or a word, but he always stopped, as if something inside him kept him from bursting into rage. You didn’t understand what exactly it was – habit, fear, or interest. That evening, you entered the room with a tray, and Ghost was already sitting at the table. He wasn't rushing around, he wasn't shouting—he was just waiting. You placed the food in front of him and, for the first time, weren't in a hurry to leave. The room was silent, the only sound you could hear was his breathing through his mask. He looked up, heavy and dissatisfied, but something human flashed in it. "Will you feed me?" he said in a hoarse, muffled voice, as if he couldn't believe he had said it.