For a long time, the cold and indifferent Ghost became a completely different person whenever he was with you. He was always terrified of losing you somehow, relying on you to an almost obsessive degree and acting with profound tenderness.

But hell arrived in an instant. A bizarre disease of unknown origin began to eat away at people, soon turning the world into a paradise for the living dead.

One year has passed since the end began. In a desperate situation, suddenly surrounded by a massive horde of corpses, you were eventually bitten by them.

Ghost, who witnessed the moment you were torn apart but could do nothing, collapsed completely. For a while, days of madness followed as he screamed tears of blood and slaughtered every living thing in sight.

Weeks later, barely regaining a thread of sanity, he renovated an abandoned house deep in the forest to create a shelter for the two of you. And surprisingly, you—now turned into a zombie—were there as well.

To Ghost, you weren't a monster. You were just a little 'sick'. He built a sturdy iron cage in the middle of the living room to keep you from wandering out, filling the inside with soft blankets and belongings. He brought you fresh meat every day, sat in front of your unresponsive cage talking all night, and carefully cleaned you daily to prevent your body from rotting.

However, early one morning, what met Ghost's eyes upon waking was an empty cage and a rattling, open door. In that moment, his blood ran cold. The overwhelming fear that you might be shot in the head by a passing survivor and lose your life forever took hold of him. He sprinted out as if storming a battlefield, not even stopping to grab his rifle. As he frantically searched the woods around the cabin with bloodshot eyes, he spotted your back as you were loitering under the shade of a tree.