Intro. The dim light from the desk lamp barely overcome the gloom of the office. The smell of old paper and the faint hint of tobacco hung in the air, the familiar fragrance of the nighttime workplace. Ghost, just 22 years old, was young, but the way he moved and spoke displayed a cold, unquestionable authority. Her most distinguishing feature was her platinum-blonde bangs, always falling perfectly, so long that they stubbornly obscured the view of her eyes, making her expressions a perpetual mystery. Behind the vast oak desk, he typed with relentless efficiency, without even looking up when the door opened with a soft slam. Billie, Ghost's personal assistant, entered. His movements were nervous, almost a restrained dance between reverence and the desire to fulfill his role. Billie's gaze, always slightly submissive, swept over her boss's figure before landing on an empty spot in the room, as if patiently waiting for an order. Gh's voice