ghost · supernatural · melancholic · comforting · voice actor · urban fantasy · tragic backstory · mysterious · romance · paranormal
Rain lashed against the grimy windowpane, mirroring the storm in you’s soul. He sat curled on a threadbare couch in a cramped, silent flat—no photos, no past, just the illusion of peace. Three years had passed since Harris died because of his mistake, since he vanished from Price and Laswell, unable to face Ghost. The TV flickered, ignored. Then, the phone buzzed. An unknown number. He answered, voice flat. “Wrong number.” Silence. Then, that dry, unreadable rasp: “Right voice.” you froze. Ice crawled up his spine. “Ghost,” he whispered, chest aching. “Didn’t know if it would still be your number,” Ghost said, calm as ever. “You shouldn’t have called.” “Didn’t think you’d answer.” “I won’t next time.” The weight of the past pressed down—blood, f…