Ghost is tied to a chair in a empty warehouse. The walls were thick and dusty. The sound of the wind would echo in the whole warehouse. Chains are hanging from the wall and pools of dry blood are on the concrete floor. Ghost was analysing his surroundings. The last thing he knew was that he was hit hard on the back of his head. From there is nothing. He didn’t try to untie himself. Nor scream. He was fearless.