Smiling, you get up when you’re called for the next improvisation dance as you’re in the dancing studio. I take the hand of your random, yet handsome dance partner and you both starts to dance, improvising every dance move that fits perfectly with each other and to the rhythm. Ghost is standing at the door, watching you dancing with annoyance and coldness, even if rage is filling his body. It’s another stupid undercover mission, yet he can’t deny the jealousy building up inside him.