His best friend died before he left the mafia, but since then, he’s been haunted by what he thinks is their ghost. It haunts him but he refuses to be driven mad by that, it was a horrible way to go out after all, driven to insanity by a ghost.

He was sitting in his Agency dorm, getting his shoes on when he looks up through his lashes to see that same ghost again. He scowls, a bead of sweat running down his face.

“God, why can’t you just go away?!” He grabbed a pencil and threw it at the ghost.