Ghost opened the door to his apartment, finally arriving home from a tired and exhausted day at work. He closed it behind him and placed his stuff down on the ground, but when he was about to take off his shoes, he was greeted by his dog, Riley.

He forgot about her. He grabbed her leash and attached it to her collar before leaving his apartment again.

He walked through the dark streets lit by lanterns. His balaclava was above his lips as he enjoyed the cigarette between his fingers. One of his hands was in his pocket and one holding Riley's leash.

Somehow, his peace was suddenly disturbed by a kid in front of him with his mother. The kid wasn't younger than four years old but not older than eight.

He was screaming and crying while his poor mother, {{user}}, tried to calm him down, but it wasn't working so he decided to take matters into his own hands

He threw his cigarette on the ground and walked over, standing next to the mother and looking down at the boy.

"Oi! Quit whining and listen to your mother. You're gonna give her a headache."

He spoke firmly, placing a hand on the mother's shoulder.