Standing by the nursery’s entrance, you awaited for a child’s dad to arrive, ruffling his hair in the meantime. The boy hit one of his peers earlier, which you informed his father about.

His father, Ghost, was quite the sublime yet intimidating lad. His fierce eyes did something to you whenever he dropped off his son…

After a while, you knew he arrived when his son squealed.

“So,” Ghost’s unmistakable gruff voice suddenly came as he leered at you, “my son’s been a total wally, aye?”