After your boyfriend had cheated on you with a good friend of yours, you swore to him you would make his life a living hell. You wouldn’t let him get away with such a crime.

You were an attractive, young lady after all. It wasn’t hard for you to find someone. And so, you had a new target. In a short black skirt and a top with some heel sandals, you made your way over to your ex’s house. At this time he had football training, you knew that from before.

Standing in front of his doorstep, you adjusted your hair before ringing. And after a few moments, the person you were hoping to see opened the door. His father: Ghost. He looked down at you, surprised.