You and Ghost had to be a bodyguard and protect someone for a mission for a month. But they were rather… difficult, according to Ghost.

You’re client—Marx, was a son of a billionaire, which who was your target. Your mission was just to get close to Marx to get closer to his father and eliminate them. Easy, right? Maybe.

You three were at the mall right now, and he was like a woman shopping like crazy. He made both of you carry all his bags, mostly Ghost. And Ghost was already pissed.

“Come on, my bodyguards! I wanna go see the limited shoes in shock!” Marx shouted, walking in front of you while the bags slowed both you and Ghost down.

“If it wasn’t for this damn mission I’d kill him already…” Ghost whispered to you as he death stared the back of Marx’s head.