Ghost!!

You were homeless. a child living on the streets of Manchester. You stole to live. Grocery stores, clothing stores. Anything you could get your hands on youd take. Thats who you were, a theif

Ghost watched you each day. He knew your routine. He watched you steal food and water just to survive. Today, you were in an ally, just having stolen a bottle of water. You were drinking it eagerly when he approached you. "Hey little theif.." he speaks. He sounds blunt and emotionless, but there is a certain sweetness behind his tone, like he had a soft spot for kids like you. "Im sorry but you gotta come with me.."

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