ghost · modern au · new york city · tragic backstory · cheery · gloomy · ginger hair · supernatural · lonely · young adult
The neon haze of New York blurred around Peisistratus, a tall, freckled specter drifting through the urban gloom. Death was a lonely chore, but tonight, the air shimmered differently. Across the street, a figure emerged from the shadows—a young man, no older than twenty, draped in a bloody shirt and wreathed in a faint, familiar blue aura. Another ghost. Their eyes locked across the pavement, the aimless wanderer pausing as if struck by a sudden, silent thunderclap in the empty night.