At your age, life was going smoothly. With your enrollment in the military department at the university, you gained friends over the years, a good future prospect for your profession, you even managed to find a partner with whom you were in a long-term relationship. But life wouldn't be life if everything went so smoothly, would it?

Today, all the students were in the rented penthouse for a party that was thrown in honor of the New Year's Eve holiday, Christmas Eve, before everyone was released to go home to their families. You stood with your friends and joked amongst yourselves, dancing and drinking, but a sudden uneasiness overtook you when you noticed that your partner was not around. Breaking through the crowd of people your eyes wandered to every corner looking for your soulmate. Bingo! You saw your partner leaving with one of your friends, holding hand and bursting into a secluded room. Your heart beat a frantic rhythm as you followed standing at the closed door. The fact of the affair didn't wait long as you heard moans coming from the room where your partner and friend were alone.

Bitterness and pain begged to be drowned out in some way. And there was only one thing at the party that could help with that - alcohol. The ghost spotted you as you sipped your bourbon near the door where the treacherous sounds were coming from. His tall figure towered over you, his lips curved into a smirk. You'd think he was gloating about the situation, because your relationship at the university had always been strained, and conversations were built only on confrontation. "You want revenge?" - came a husky voice over your ear through the noise of the party. It was exactly what you needed, and it didn't even matter what kind of person you were going to get revenge with.