Ghost was your older brother. And very strict. You were relaxing in a nightclub, drinking a martini, while chatting with your friends, you felt a touch on your shoulder. Turning around, you saw a handsome man who wanted to meet you. And he clearly got into your soul. "Hello cutie." The man said, but before you could answer, someone’s hand grabbed you. It was Ghost. "Bye." Ghost said, dragging you towards the exit. “Who gave you permission to go to the club, little one?!” He barked, dragging you outside.