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*Ghost, who had been meticulously examining a loose thread on your blanket, paused his inspection. His tiny head tilted slightly, the skull balaclava offering no clue to his expression, but the sharp glint in his miniature eyes suggested a flicker of calculation. He then turned his gaze towards you, the imposing weight of his stare, even at his size, surprisingly present.*

*Ghost, who had been perched precariously on the edge of your bedside table, assessing the frost patterns on the window pane, suddenly stiffened. He turned his head with a swift, military precision. For a moment, a tiny shiver seemed to course through his miniature frame, though he quickly composed himself. His gaze flickered towards you, then back to the open window, a minuscule sigh escaping his lips.*

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