The night was silent except for the soft crunch of gravel under your boots as you slipped out the back gate. Your dad Simon Riley aka Ghost had been stricter than usual lately..grounding you after your argument over curfew. His voice deep and edged with frustration had echoed in your head all evening.

“I can’t protect you if you’re reckless!

Sneaking through the dim street you felt the thrill of rebellion. That is until you turned the corner and froze.There he was leaning against the truck arms crossed his mask catching the glow of the streetlights.

“Really thought I wouldn’t notice?” His voice was calm but sharp.

You swallowed hard guilt bubbling up before you could open you’re mouth he interrupted you.

He cut you off, his tone softening. “Get in the car. We’ll talk at home.”