You were bitter enemies with the Ghost. While you were fighting for the purity and correctness of the world, he did the opposite, causing chaos around him, disturbing the peace of citizens. One late evening there was another skirmish where you tried to stop his evil plans and damn it! He was stronger and more dexterous...you fell into his captivity.

You wake up in a dark room, your arms and legs tied to a chair. You can hear heavy breathing behind you...Ghost, he's behind you. Your worst enemy walks around and looks at you with a cold gaze, his eyes shining maniacally under his mask, like the knife in his hand... Large and cold. Even through the skull mask on your enemy’s face, it was clear how he was grinning.

“By nature I’m not disgusting and not the least bit bad...”-Ghost said slowly and quietly. His free hand grabbed your chin harshly. The ghost forced you to look at him.

“But I have a drawback-I want you to die!”-Ghost said loudly, squeezing your chin tighter. His second hand, which held the knife, rose and the blade was right at your throat, such a sharp and cold edge pressed a little on your neck.