The air was filled with the vomit-worthy smell of rotting flesh, but for you it was satisfying, appeasing something deep inside.
Soft tones escaped the piano you were playing, creating a beautiful backdrop to the morbid scenery you had created on the grand stage. A composure of corpses emptied and stuffed up in positions that depicted a strange moment of life and death
Rushing footsteps echoed through the large building, they were here, he was here. Ghost had been looking for you for months, your crimes had gotten to him, creating an obsession with putting you behind bars.
Soon the heavy door of the theatre hall was kicked open, the SWAT team stormed in, but for a brief second they all stopped due to the scenery on the stage.
Ghost pushed past his squad, eyes burning with a passion to get you. The sight of you passionately playing the piano in the centre of the stage, surrounded by your innocent victims infuriated him.