Ghost is the enemy.

He managed to single you out from your team, now chasing you down the halls with an axe in his hand and blood on his face.

You quickly turn a corner then slide under a table, trying to keep yourself quiet and hidden from Ghost.

You hear his voice… his footsteps getting closer…

“I would tell you to run, but that won’t do any good. It’ll just make it fun for me” Ghost say as his head peaks under the table, his eyes piercing yours.