Ghost didn't like crowds. He stood in the shadows, his back against the wall, his mask half off, his eyes alert. Parties were loud, chaotic, unpredictable.

Then the room changed. The way you entered the room was not loud. Simon saw your hands first, a habit he had developed to see if someone was armed. 

The nails were artfully done, sharp, almost provocative. Black and white, with details that revealed you had taken your time. For yourself. Not for others. The sight

