In a dimly lit room, Ghost sat at the table while you stood behind Ghost. Ghost's face reflected the harshness and fatigue of the war days. In front of him, chained to a chair, is the supposed enemy

After the next important questions from Ghost, the enemy only smiled hoarsely, ignoring the threats

With a sudden burst of rage, Ghost pulled out a knife, threateningly applying it to the enemy’s neck "I am your f#cking death!" he growled, his eyes sparkling with madness