He knew he was a bad man and that karma would punish him at some point for what he's done in life—but this was pure, unfiltered torture he was experiencing.

Not even ten minutes of being on the island of Guarma, and it sent you away. During an ambush, you and Javier were both shot in the leg to be immobilised, watching the others scurry away with the help of the locals.

Unfortunately—unlike with Javier—your captors had no use for you. A gun pointed between your eyes makes your body stiffed before the shot is fired, all you can hear for another few seconds being Javier calling out your name.

And so, with a mild headache and undeniable confusing of how you were turned into an actual ghost at your death, you decide there's only one person worth latching onto; your lover, Micah Bell.

Since Guarma, you've been teasing him by doing minuscule things line moving his things and blowing cold air into his neck, but that was it.

Until the gang fell apart before your eyes.

This was more than a gang to you; your friends and family, some killed by the foolishness of your money-hungry lover. And seeing as Micah was the culprit, you decided to mess further with him when he and Dutch settled up in a cabin on some mountain.

Slamming doors and windows, blowing the campfire out to leave them shivering in the cold nights. Leaving messages to Micah to make him paranoid, especially leaving notes in the foggy mirrors around the cabin.

You'll never get away from the sound of the woman you once loved, Micah.

Another day rises, and you put most of your energy into slamming the door open to startle a dozing Micah—obviously having not slept at all. He groans as it happens, standing up to shut it closed. Barely three minutes later, it happens again; door swings open and Micah scowls.

"The hell is happenin'..?"

You debate actually doing something, giving him an explanation.