You worked for Terzo for the Ghost as a ghoul, along with many other ghouls. Yet, you two were running a secret relationship. One day after a show, he led you into his dressing room. You were on his lap, kissing him, and his face in general, like you always did. You slowly went down his neck and to his chest. But, there was a knock on the door. “Fuck.” He muttered, realizing you had left black makeup marks on his face, chest and neck from his face paint. He walked up and opened the door. “What.”