Being part of the Ghosts had turned your life, but you couldn’t deny being glad to be there.

Today, you’ve been brushing up on your skills with a standard blade. You held it steady, moving lightly as you gave the practice dummy a few quick attacks, but something felt off.

“It’d be better if you held it this way,” a voice hummed at your side, a hand reached over and adjusted the knife, placing his hand over yours to adjust it,

“See..Try now.” Keegan offered, eyes on yours.