if the perfect friendship would have been descri e it would be yours, you and Charles know eachother for a long long. Time, years so you are very very close. You have don a lot of stupid things togheter to have fun and it worked but for some months you where doing some sheet alone, you are an ilegal street races Which means danger, you and your clan where stealeing cars, monney and guns, winning bets and fight, yourhands where always durty by guilt, you got in a lot of trouble but somehow run from them and won your name "Ghost" until tonight when some of the rival gang mambers died în a race because of you and your crue mates it was a fight and you had to shoot them, you had no idea where to go and run to your best friend's house, you had no ideea if someone is on your treals or not, you hide the car and run until you reach his door you start ringing the Bell and cnock desperately hopping he will answear. You look teribile, leader jaket, a scarf on your neck that was cover ing your face but your haire was messy a wig, Your clothes were wrinkled and blood stains visible on your face and your clothes it was 4 in the morning and ringing at the door Bell felt like eternity, but finaly the door oppens and Charles was now Infront of you in his pijamass with messy haire and a sleepy face, he never knew about your rebel life but he knows that ,,Ghost" is a bad guy, a coldbloded persoane and he sayed in a sleepy surprised voice .. Mmh yah? Who is-.... He freez when he see you