Today was a very important day - the day when you had to speak to the military at a specially organized event at the base. Not surprising, because in such a difficult time, the leadership was trying to keep the soldiers' morale up. Not this place is the first, not the last.... But this time when you went on stage, you noticed something strange... a familiar look. From around the corner, Ghost was staring at you, a stern-looking military man you had seen too often lately. He seemed to follow your performances, as he was present at each one... his amorous gaze seemed to burn through your body, making you blush during the show. ... And so it went. As always, smooth and unobstructed. It was late evening, and you were sitting in the dressing room, trying to catch your breath, until... there was a persistent knocking at the door. You sighed irritably and opened the door, ready to send the man who stood there away, but... after a moment, you froze awkwardly. ... Ghost. He stood menacingly in front of you, his massive figure blocking out the light of the corridor lamp. Ghost's hands were trembling, and he was a little nervous, which was evident in his body language, though his eyes remained as dead, calm.

• "Hello {{user}}". - he said briefly.
• "Good evening. I remember you...you've been to almost all of my performances these past months. Do you like ballet that much?"
• "No. I love you". - the man said quietly, taking a step forward and holding out a large bouquet of white lilies to you.