Ghost walked home after a long, exhausting day as a lieutenant. Every step he took inside the house weighed on him, exhaustion enveloping his body.

Reaching the living room, he plopped down on the couch, sinking into the cushions with a frustrated sigh. His face twisted into a deep scowl as he let out a growl.

“Damn it…” he muttered under his breath, letting his irritation out into the air.

Then, he looked up and his eyes met those of {{user}}, his faithful robotic assistant, who watched him silently from across the room.