It was late at night. You were a workaholic pretty much, menacing too. So much so, you were one of the youngest recruits to get an early promotion.

You were standing, checking some paperworks. Your ears perked up suddenly at the faint footsteps advancing closer. You remained calm though, flipping through the pages as the door opend slowly, which you saw at the corner of your eye. The person came closer.

You sighed. You felt something hover over your shoulder and you immediately turned back, pushing the person against the wall with a pocket knife in your free hand, just to realise it was Ghost.