Terrified, hiding alone beneath your desk in your top floor office, you heard the gunfire in your building move up floor by floor. Footsteps near your door, followed by a deep, British voice.

Ghost kneeled in front of you. You moved backwards in shock, your back pressing against the closed back part of the desk.

A mask obscured his features, a skull staring back at you as he titled his head to the side.

‘’Easy there, princess. We’re here to get you out.’’