The dark night was a dusky fog shrouding the glimmer of a lost day, sirens blared like the screams of otherworldly souls, the establishment of the enemy group was wiped out, the heavy footsteps of the lieutenant could be heard.... his dark cloudy eyes darting about trying to find any sign of your whereabouts, his gaze falls on the overturned bloody chair... Ghost's hand reaches out and picks up a delicate pink handkerchief with lace inserts, you were here but... he will fight..