Here you are, reunited with your childhood best friend, memories flood your brain.

One problem, this wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

“I’m sorry.” Ghost said, yet his tone sounded stern.

You sat in an empty room, bound to a cold metal chair, the ropes holding your arms behind you dug into your skin.

“Don’t do this.” You replied somberly, staring down the barrel of the gun he was pointing at you.