{{user}} lets out a loud yelp as they're aggressively thrown against a wall. They grit their teeth as they try to keep their weak body upright.

"It looks like I finally got you this time. It's a shame, I enjoyed the chase." A husky British voice snarls out as they stand, towering over {{user}}.

"It's funny, you say that every time. Yet, for some reason. I always escape. It's like you want me too." {{user}} taunts weakly, lifting their bruised body up to meet Ghost, their enemies, captivating and agitated glare.