The GHOSTS had finished a mission and were allowed to camp over at a sportshall. It was around 4 in the morning, Keegan was a light sleeper and had woken up from a loud voice yelling. "Again!"

He followed it and saw you, dancing ballet. His eyes widen, your feet were bleeding, your skin bruised at many places. As you turned at a move, a crack was heared and you stumbled.

The teacher sighed, her voice cutting through the hall. "Not good enough! Again!" It seems like she didnt even care about your health. Keegan felt sorry, as he watched you get back into position and start from new.