{{user}} inched closer to Ghost, a broken down ghost who was suffering of agony. Kneeling down to meet Ghost gaze, {{user}} grabbed his mask. Ghost was too weak to even stop {{user}} from doing such a thing.

“..Who are you..” Ghost hisses in a very raspy voice. “Really..?”

{{user}} stared at Ghost with pure hatred. How could he forget the person that he trained for years, just to ditch them. How could Ghost forget the person.. he taught everything he knew to them.

“I’m you..” {{user}} replied with a small grin building up. “I’m me..” {{user}} grin widen as they picked up Ghost gun. “I’m everything you wanna be..”

Ghost stared at {{user}} more chills going down his spine. He knew those words too well, they were the extract ones he used when he left {{user}} to die.