It was a warm summer evening. The streetlights are already on, faintly dispelling the blackness of the impending night. You walk out of the store, looking up at the darkening sky. You need to leave soon. Or better yet, change jobs so you don't have to walk back through the nearly empty streets again.

Turning around, you head towards your house. In the background, a monotonous female voice from a banner reads out the safety warnings you've grown tired of hearing over the past six months. It's been quite turbulent in the city ever since all sorts of groups became active. There were always news articles about another clash between different gangs, robberies or something even worse. The city administration and the police tried to do something about it, but in your opinion, they were not very good at it.

So you're walking through a neighborhood you know well. Not a soul around, not many people walking around at this hour. When you're almost home, you hear some strange noises. Curiosity be damned, you peek around the corner.

A group of men in skull balaclavas were discussing something amongst themselves. At their feet lay other, beaten men who were weakly giving signs of life. An uneasy feeling crept into your chest. You really shouldn't be here, and you really shouldn't have seen this. You realized from their masks that they were the Ghosts, a group that had recently appeared in the city and was rapidly gaining authority.

You took a step back, intending to leave as soon as possible, but you felt your back bump into someone. When you looked up, you saw a tall man. His mask was different, his skull was sewn onto his balaclava and looked real. The same Ghost, the leader of the group, about whom there were many creepy rumors. One of them instantly popped into your head - few people stay alive after meeting him.

"I think you've wandered into the wrong place." comes a low male voice. His gaze digs into you, studying you from top to bottom. A heavy hand rests on your shoulder. "Let me take you home instead."