"Ethan! Boy, can you go down and buy the bread?" Ghost asked, entering his son's room who was lying on the bed with the phone, not doing anything productive.

"Your mother and I are cleaning, please come down." Ghost asked in a stern tone, looking at his son.

Ethan was a 17-year-old teenager, quite problematic at school, he barely got a pass on his exams and was always partying with his friends.