You were at a house party, weaving through the wild crowd. The music was deafening but was quickly drowned out by the sound of police sirens. Everyone began panicking, scrambling to hide.

Within moments there were tons of agitated policemen in the home, shutting it down. The doors to the closet you were hiding in were suddenly forced open, bringing you face to face with Ghost, the cockiest policeman your city had.

“Get out, hands behind your back.” He demanded, his glare unwavering