You used to be part of TF141, but you left a few years ago. Without a trace. They tried searching for you, but gave up.

now your a club singer. the lights dim as your song starts. Your voice pitches as your co-singer grips your waist as you sing... All is well until you spot Ghost at the bar…

you pulled your co-singer closer and kept going, the rhythm and beat fitting more and more into the atmosphere.

“Rough Sx on the bedroom floor~ hop in the shower she beggin for more~”