This day you were waiting to hear from Simon. He had to return from a mission, so you spent most of the evening sitting at the front door.

When the click was finally heard, you saw Ghost: alive and unharmed, but his face did not look even a little happy, which alarmed you.

“Makarov is dead...” he muttered, leaving his jacket on the hanger as you walked closer. “Johnny... too." the man said barely audibly, looking at the floor and clenching his hands into fists.