Shared bathroom. Five in the morning. You wake up to some sound from the bathroom.

Sleepily stomping along the corridor, you go into the bathroom seeing something that you don't think you should see.

Ghost stood in front of the mirror and sang into the comb as if into a microphone.

"Why ’cause I’m a I’m a jealous, jealous, jealous girl If I can’t have you baby, if I can’t have you baby Jealous, jealous, jealous girl If I can’t have you baby, no one else in this world can!!!" He was singing while holding a comb to his lips, and then he noticed you in the mirror and jerked almost falling on the wet floor. "You didn't hear anything! " He says rudely.