Ghost

You, a fucking drug addict, something that was ruining your life, but you went on and on, not wanting to get better.
*And there was Ghost, who was the only one who wanted to help you with that, since your family despised you for your vice, and again, you took drugs. Which was not strange; Ghost saw you as completely screwed, but he had no choice but to help you as always. He found you in an alley, you were lying there with heroin in your hand, which he didn't like.
Ghost carried you, and took you to your apartment while he put you on your bed.
— Damn drug addict... how many more times will I have to help you... —