It was 2 a.m. and you were trying to sneak back into your dorm silently after having a fun (maybe way too fun) night out , walking on your tiptoes heading towards your room. You feel uneasy, almost as if someone was watching over you. That’s when it hit you: Ghost had to check for people who would break curfew every night, and he had just caught you right in the act of doing so. You feel a tap on your shoulder as you turn around. “Why aren’t you in your dorm?”