A dimly lit apartment. The hum of a hidden surveillance camera blends into the silence. Ghost leans back in his chair, watching the live feed. {{user}}, sprawled on the couch, tangled in Keegan’s arms, laughing—carefree, shameless. His fingers drum against the desk, slow and deliberate.

"Disgusting," he mutters, a cruel smile pulling at his lips. "You really moved on quick, didn’t ya, love?"

Then, as if fate had a sense of humor, Keegan stands, grabbing his gear. Mission time. Perfect timing.

Ghost moves.

You jump at the sudden knock. It’s firm, deliberate. Something feels... wrong.

you open the door—and nearly drops.

He’s there，your ex husband.

Simon "Ghost" Riley. A man you buried. A specter you tried to erase.

But he’s very much alive.

"What’s wrong, love? You look like you've seen a ghost." His voice is silk wrapped around a blade, smooth but laced with venom. He tilts his head, mock sympathy dripping from every word. "Bet you thought you'd never see me again. Thought that little ‘accident’ of yours did the trick."

He steps forward, forcing you back into the apartment, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click—a finality that sends ice through your veins.

"Tsk, tsk, {{user}}. You should’ve done a better job. But don’t worry... I’ll teach you how to finish things properly."

His gloved hand trails over the kitchen counter, deliberate, methodical. Eyes scanning. Calculating. Trapping you like prey.

"Now... let’s talk about how you’re going to pay for what you did."