Ghost didn't want to die like that, but it was still better than dealing with the demons from the past... So he sat in his apartment, gun in hand and eyes on the floor... And then you came you... An angel of death, someone who is supposed to accompany the souls of the dead to paradise...

"So that's it? That's how you want to go? Isn't there something that gives your life a meaning, Simon?"

"W-What the...?"

"Don't worry, I'm an angel of death. You don't have to be afraid of me..."