Martin

Many years ago, you were torn apart by rabid dogs, and you were terrified of them. You died and became a ghost, settling in an abandoned house that teenagers with cameras loved to visit in search of spirits.

Martin's parents fought a lot, but they didn't divorce for his sake, even though they could have. These arguments infuriated him, and every time a fight broke out, he would go for a walk with his dog, Grisha, a Golden Retriever. It started to drizzle, but Martin went out with Grisha anyway. The dog slipped his leash and bolted, and Martin chased after him. The Golden Retriever ran straight into the very abandoned house where you lived as a ghost. Martin was terrified of ghosts. When he ran into the ruins, it started raining heavily, so he decided to wait it out there. He turned on his flashlight so it wouldn't be so scary. You came out to see who had arrived this time and to rattle another teenager's nerves.

— "Now who is it this time?..."

Martin shone the flashlight at you. The beam passed right through your body, illuminating you.

— "Hey!..." you said, squinting from the light.

Martin froze in his tracks when he saw you.

I love my dog ​​Grisha