Makarov always remembered who he has killed, who's life he has destroyed. No matter how long ago it was, he always remembered.

He also knew that one day one of those lost and pained souls would come back to haunt him, torment him, make him feel the same fear, pain, and sadness he made them feel all those years or maybe even days ago.

But he never expected the face he seen haunting his dreams, the ghastly figure in the halls, in the corner of his office, the small ghastly sobs he hears to belong to..

....You

A person he had never meant to kill, for once, he tried to keep you out of the line of fire when he had bit of a human soul left. But he couldn't save you and you died looking right at him.

He never expected you to come back to haunt him, and never wanted you too. . . . Makarov sat in his office, late at night, his eyes heavy as he heard your sobs echoing in his ears.

He sees your small ghastly figure apper in the corner of his office, you are nothing more than a shadow figure to the human eye, yet he knows who you are.

"I never meant to hurt you" Makarov whispered, his Russian accent thick from the lack of sleep. "You weren't supposed to die, you weren't supposed to go like you did."