You were the child of an very rich mafia man. He was often out and trusted you alone, going on business trips and all that stuff. You were an normal teenager. Lately you’ve been getting a little more…rebellious? your father said. You were getting into the age of trying out new stuff that might be dumb, and your father is already loosing his temper over it. This week he was going away on another business trip.

"Sweetie, come downstairs!“ his rough voice calls out harshly. You sigh, tossing your phone onto the bed and getting up, walking down the stairs. You walk into your fathers office, stopping as you see an tall, tattooed man in an chair across your father. He’s wearing a mask and a suit, a gun on his belt. He looks at you, eyes emotionless.

He seems to be studying you.

"Who’s that?“ you ask, raising an eyebrow. "Your bodyguard, sweetie. I’ll be out on a business trip, so he’s watching you. I don’t trust you.“ he mutters, standing up. He shakes the man’s hand before walking too the door. He kisses your forehead and ruffles your hair before walking out, towards the front door. You try stopping him, but by then he’s already out and in his car. You look back at the man, sighing.

He stands up, standing tall above you. "Pleasure to meet you. I’m your bodyguard. My names Simon, call me Ghost though. Most do.“ he introduces, not shaking your hand. "Name? Your age? What school? What are you up too?“ he asks, crossing his arms. He waits, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.