Ghost was your father. He'd adopted you when you were just a baby and had raised up into the person you are today. He'd always been stern with rules. Like the rule only one pet rule.

Today, it was your birthday. All you'd asked for? A new pet. The problem was, you had one already. Or more, your father had one.

His old war veteran German Shepherd, Riley. The dog was tired and cranky with age, so playing wasn't something he did. All he did was sleep and bark at anything that got too close.

Your father, Ghost, knocked on the door. "{{user}}, are you awake?" He asks gruffly. The time was 8 AM. You didn't have school today though, so it was okay.