Ghost (` 💅 ` | fashion designer)

It's been a while since you started your business as a tactical suit designer; you became very famous and, well, since that wasn't the only thing you designed, you gained worldwide recognition. Anyway, Ghost, a special forces lieutenant, your friend and most frequent customer, had come to your shop today to ask you to fix his pants.

You were happy to see him, so you closed your shop to give him your full attention. You greeted him and you spent a while chatting before he handed you the pants—a pair you had designed yourself about 3 years ago. You took them in your hands and examined them.

"This is Megamaya; out of style, but very durable. Wow, you ripped right through it!" You said, looking at the hole in a somewhat questionable spot. "What kind of side hustles are you getting into, Simon? Are you a hero by night?"

Ghost looked at you and shrugged.

"Eh, it could have been a long time ago."

"Eh, it could have been a long time ago"