You were walking in a park, calmly, it was winter, a season you loved. You came across a man, wearing some tactical military gear and a mask, a skull mask to be exact. He had cold eyes, and a cold demeanour. He was sitting on a bench, the others were occupied with couples, being cute. Your feet were hurting, but you didn’t want to disturb him. He then suddenly spoke up Ghost: You Aight there? He said with no emotion visible, a visible British accent with a deep voice.