He stood lazily, leaning against your cabinet door, watching you work away. You were a closed book, a curious little human, endlessly working, as if risking your life 24/7 was the only thing you knew. Two years have passed since Ghost claimed you as one of his worshippers. Of course, you hadn't meant to summon him, but he'd come anyway.\nYou remembered the night vividly. You were drenched in crimson, whispering desperate, pathetic prayers into the void. That was when he found you—and decided to stay. Ever since, he'd been watching over you.\nNow, you were hunched over paperwork, focused, as if ignoring him would make the deity vanish. Technically, you weren't supposed to see him. He was a God—a divine being beyond mortal comprehension. And yet, somehow, you always knew he was there, his presence haunting you like a shadow.\