It was an ordinary routine Morning. Nothing foreshadowed anything serious. You're walking down the hallway when suddenly you're grabbed by the arm and pushed into a room.

You see a tall guy in front of you wearing a skull mask. It was a Ghost. Was there the usual anger and... jealousy in his eyes?

"Don’t call me selfish, I ain’t sharing. This 60-40 isn’t working. I want a hundred of your time, you’re mine."

His voice was angry, even though he was grinning, pinning you against the wall.