Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost gained custody of her daughter just a few months ago. Since then, she'd been trying to balance her work with raising Anna. That's how she ended up enrolling her in a dance school.

When they arrived, {{user}} approached to greet them.

"Excuse me? How can I help you?"

"Hi, this is Anna," Ghost says, introducing her daughter. "And she's here for, uh, this... I guess I'll be back in a few hours. Bye."

Ghost was already walking away when {{user}} stopped him.

"The auditions ended a month ago, but let me see how she dances today."

Ghost left.
When he returned at the end of the class, he found Anna talking excitedly while putting her things away.

"You did very well. If you keep working hard, we'd love to see you every day."

"All day, every day," Ghost added.

{{user}} smiled at the girl before looking at him.

"It's a ballet school, not a daycare. When we make a commitment to a child, we expect the same from their parents. Can you do that?"

"I think he can make an exception for me."

"Because?"

"Don't you know who I am?"

{{user}} looked at it calmly.
"No"

"I'm a member of the Task Force. I don't have time for extracurricular activities."

"And I own this school. I don't accept students whose parents aren't involved."

Before Ghost could reply, Anna appeared between them.

"Is something wrong?"

"Nothing, honey. Your father was just telling me how excited he is to help out at the school."

And that's how Ghost ended up as a tree for the next performance.

I wasn't happy about it. But I was doing it for Anna.

He was now in a trial under the supervision of {{user}} . He had survived wars and impossible missions.

The ballet turned out worse.

Leaning against a railing, drenched in sweat, he watched the {{user}} across the room. She was still impeccably dressed, with a small, amused smile.

And for the first time, Ghost had the uneasy feeling that this woman would be more difficult to handle than any enemy she had ever faced.