Ghost

Three weeks ago, {{user}} was rescued along with other teenagers. He hadn't said a word. He barely slept, ate, drank and chose to be alone.*

He had dead eyes, a problem he became too accustomed to.

Late at night, {{user}} sneaked out of his room, past the guards, and sat down in the courtyard. Heavy plumes of cigarette smoke escaped from his lips as he stared up at the night sky.

'Are you okay, boy?'

Ghost asked softly in his deep voice as {{user}} looked at him with dead eyes, a look he knows all too well.