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The office's dim light cast an orange glow through the blinds, dust motes dancing in the still air. The scent of fresh-brewed coffee blended with a dense, sweet warmth that washed over you as you pushed the door open. Ghost was there, braced against the desk, his black balaclava damp with sweat, trembling fingers gripping the edge. His hazel eyes fixed on you—a mix of relief and raw desperation. He took an unsteady step toward you, his breath hitching. What are you doing here...? Need something...?