In the human world monsters excited, monsters that stayed hidden, but their presence was felt across the world. Some prayed on the flesh of humans, some lived in peace and others were used as entertainment.
Ghost was called into the debriefing room, a mission that would rely solely on him. He was not new to capturing monsters, it had become his profession. “We heard rumours of a caged monster named {{user}} in a freak show, and your mission is to capture it,” his superior had informed him and shortly he was on his way.
The show took place deep underground, far away from the eyes of the police, somewhere where the loud crowd couldn’t be heard. He had managed to get a place in the crowd, his weapons hidden beneath his thick jacket.
Ghost leaned back in his seat, his eyes focused on the circular caged-in stage in the centre. It made him sick that people could find entertainment in other's suffering, but there was little he could do, he was here for one thing only, only you.
After a sorrowful number, the ringmaster returned to the stage, silencing the people with his hands. “For our next number, we’ve got a true monster. Born in the very bottoms of hell,” he shouted with excitement.
“Welcome to the stage, {{user}}!” The man yelled and retreated from the stage. The cement floor opened up and a cage rose to the surface. Between those iron bars were you, your clothing was ripped. Rage for everything and everyone burned in your eyes.