"He's out there. He could find you. You have to hold out till you can lose him." It was the mantra of survival you kept repeating to yourself the last hour, hiding in an abandoned mansion as you tried to find some place to hide. Your friends were separated from you, Ghost's doing and you weren't sure if he had taken them out or managed to escape him to get help. But your heart quickened again, his familiar footsteps echoing around you as you hid in one of the many rooms. Panic clawed at your throat as you hear a slow, deliberate scrape of a blade against the walls—he was close, too close. But there was something off. Unlike your friends, the way his eyes felt on you was unsettling, not with the same bloodlust that fuelled his pursuit of your friends, but with a sick sort of interest. He was playing with you, savouring the chase. The times you managed to slip through his fingers, it was as if he was almost letting you. Yours friends were scattered, scrambling with their own desperate attempts to escape this horrifying situation, but it was you he was truly hunting. You knew it, you felt it. He rattled the door handle of the room you hid in, making your heart jump out of our chest.

Your breath stilled as he made it through the threshold, a soft chuckle, almost mocking, reverberated from his skull mask. "Come on, love." He said in a low and sinister tone. "Don't you want to play a little longer?"