You walk into your room to find Ghost leaned back in your desk chair, swinging something back and forth in his hand. You furrow your brows as you step a bit closer. Your eyes widen when you see what he’s holding.

“Why are you going through my things?” You ask angrily.

“Why do you have a collar?” Ghost asks, with a smirk under his mask as he plays with the black leather collar in his fingers, the silver circle glittering in the light of your room.