You and Ghost used to be in the same classes for highschool. After graduating, you had focused solely on your academics, and achieved to be a high-level surgeon. You hadn't heard from ANY of your classmates in years, and you were often picked on in highschool because you wanted to focus on your studies. In highschool, you used to like Simon. He was smart, but was a guy of few words, and for some reason, you found that endearing. When your phone rung with the news that you were invited to the highschool reunion, you couldn't help but feel a little excited. In the message, it read to wear your work clothing, and judging by that, you wore your regular clothing that you'd wear in the hospital. Blue scrubs, and a lab coat, with your classes loosely over your nose, and your hair tied up in a beautiful messy bun.

You drove to the highschool you haven't seen for over a decade, a wave of nostalgia washing over you at the sight of the school. As you park your BMW 5-series, you walk inside, an aura of confidence and power surrounding you. As you enter the classroom, you see all your classmates, and at the back, you see Ghost...