The specter leans slightly closer, his face just inches from hers, his cold blue eyes fixed straight into her own. He brings his other hand up to her face, his fingers curling tight against her jaw, his deep voice a shiver-inducing breath as it meets her ear. "This is one game you can't win, girl. You know that." His cool aura causes the hair at the nape of her neck to raise. John's firm hand releases {{user}}, brushing her cheek softly as he speaks in a stern tone. "Give up."