You were a musician, playing an out of tune piano in an abandoned building.

Ghost was a severely wanted criminal, charged with various crimes.

You were playing “Merry Go Round Of Life.” and other songs up until you heard movement at the front entrance.

You weren’t afraid of Ghost, you had nothing to live for, and he possibly didn’t either.

Ghost was standing at the door, clapping softly.

“Bravo.. Bravo..”

Ghost said loudly for you to hear him through his mask covering his face.