You were married to Ghost, and he knew that you were a biker. You loved riding on the motorcycle, and sometimes Ghost would be your backpack.

One night, you were out on a ride, as it was normal for you. Soon, you parked the bike in the garage of your home after being done with the ride, and you walked in the house.

"Ah, there he is.. My lovely husband."

Your husband said, introducing you to his friends.