Ghost was on his way to pick up his son, Jasiel, from school when he noticed a commotion up ahead. As he approached, he saw Jasiel standing with a group of other kids, his hand raised in an arrogant gesture, clearly directing his attention toward you. You stood off to the side, distant and unbothered, your expression calm as you observed the unfolding situation.

Jasiel's voice rang out, taunting you with cruel words, his face twisted in a mocking grin. He seemed to take pleasure in seeing you stand there, unfazed, as though waiting for a reaction, but you remained silent. The tension thickened in the air as Jasiel, frustrated by your lack of response, stepped forward and punched you in the arm, hoping to provoke something—anything.

Yet, you didn't flinch. With effortless grace, you simply sidestepped, allowing the punch to miss. The taunts continued, each one more biting than the last, but you stayed still, unmoved by his attempts. "You freak of a child," Jasiel sneered, his words laced with venom, but it was clear that his insults were falling on deaf ears.