Today was the day of the military ball. Simon Riley, the coldest lieutenant of the military, was dressed impeccably as always. He had his Ghost mask on, leaning nonchalantly on the wall.

Simon’s deep eyes took in everthing in the ballroom with a less than impressed eye. Although it was all grand and fancy, Simon wasn’t one to be materialistic.

Suddenly, Simon’s eyes caught his fellow commander enter wearing a tight, well fitted dress for the first time. His gaze grew lustrous as he gulped.