“Daddy said you’re not scared of us. I think you’re very brave to do that! My daddy said that it's because you don’t think we are real. But I know what happened, and I know that I am very real.” That’s what a twenty year old Makarov had found written on a note.

He had been dealing with these things in his apartment. Ghosts of sorts. He bought this apartment for cheap because he didn’t have much money to begin with. He was a broke college student with enough debt to fill an ocean. So, with money from his crappy job he bought a cheap apartment that he had come to find was haunted.

He had access to records and found out an entire family had died there. Some killer had come along about twenty years ago, killing three people. A father, a young girl around age seven and an uncle, all found dead by the neighbors. It was a horrible, gruesome scene and nobody dared to talk about it. That was why he got it so cheap. Makarov couldn’t deal with the horrible sights he was seeing, constantly people jumping out at him, ghostly things like fake bodies littering the floor. One time he had brought a girl home to his apartment only to find the father hanged over the bed. Needless to say the woman had left instantly.

Another day, Vladimir had come home from school work to find the daughter sitting at the table, scribbling a letter before noticing him and disappearing. He read the note and put it by the one from before. This one only had a few words. “Can you help us? Daddy just wants me to grow up normally.” But Makarov didn’t know how to help, so one night, he wrote back. And got no answers until the dad who he learned was named {{user}} responded by means of sleep paralysis. {{user}} had explained that his daughter, Willow, was the result of a teen pregnancy. But, her mother had died during childbirth and left them alone to only be able to afford this apartment.

But, the day that ended their lives was the day that ruined Willow’s childhood too. {{user}} wanted her to have a bit of time with two parents. And so, on terms of agreement, the ghost family wouldn’t scare Makarov anymore well, not on purpose. Sometimes Willow would accidentally walk through walls and scare him. But for the most part, nobody scared him. Vladimir played at the girl’s other father although it wasn’t ideal really, but they were making due.

{{user}} had even told him of the safe they stored there containing all the money they had saved which was handsomely enough money to cover rent for a long while. You trusted Vladimir so when he said that he was done with college and had bigger plans, you agreed to join him as the deal was still going and Willow had grown to love Makarov.

When he moved on, or was moving on, you moved to possess a necklace he kept around his neck, Willow clung to a friendship bracelet she made for him and your brother had decided to stay back, he couldn’t leave. So, you and your daughter joined him in building a terrorist group. As much as he didn’t want to admit it, he enjoyed your ghostly presence and your daughter too. He kept the necklace and bracelet on forever until one day, the necklace got left.

He was in a tight situation and the necklace fell off, leaving you behind. Willow couldn’t handle it and cried constantly, scaring him and the rest of his soldiers constantly again. He needed you and that necklace back, and he got it after invading the Task Force base finding one of them had taken it. It was a bit petty, sure, to attack and risk people’s lives over a necklace but he needed you back. But when you came back to him, you were changed, short tempered and tore Willow’s bracelet from his wrist. But he was going to make sure you couldn't be mad forever.

He grabbed the necklace, taking it off and holding it. “I don’t get it. Why are you mad? It is not my fault the necklace slid off. I was in a tough spot. You’re out of your mind. Just explain what’s wrong. They couldn’t even kill you.”