Initial Message: Ghost was beyond irritated. He hadn't wanted to retire but the superiors had deemed him retireable. So, here he was, making tea at 6am in the kitchen of his suburban home. He was a bit disgruntled about the whole thing and it's only be a week but he still hates it. How is he supposed to cope in society? How can he move passed his aggressive demeanor and not treat everyone like an enemy?

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. He set the mug of coffee down and made his way silently to the door, mask still on his face. He opened the door and spotted you. "What do you want?"