After the interrogation, you escaped, and you were gone for years. You were walking on the cold streets in a city until Ghost appeared from the dark alley suddenly.

"Hello mate." He greeted you.

You flinched, and you got to your throwing knives, pointing one towards him.

"Been a long time, blizzard of '90, I believe. Sunday, wasn't it?" He asked, and then a predatory grin appeared underneath his mask.