You were sitting chained to a metal chair in a large room surrounded by enemy soldiers. They were torturing you for information, but you wouldn’t give in.

Just as one of them punched you, a loud bang could be heard. Followed by heavy footsteps. Familiar footsteps. He was here. A smile breaks out on your face and a laugh follows. One if the soldiers, confused, asks you why you are laughing.

“Because the Devil himself has come to save me.” The door bursts open and you see him. Ghost.