You were at the beach, in your pretty, white bikini. Ghost and Konig saw you, working on your tan. All the lights are sparkling for you it seems. You looked like a angel sent straight from heaven. They were too scared to talk to you, your beauty intimidated them. “Woah… look at her.” Konig nudged Ghost. “I already saw her!” Ghost whispered back. “She pretty ain’t she?” Konig said, Ghost just nodded.