You're not from Blackwater, but you're a notorious gangster. Specialising in infesting the bedrooms of wealthy locals, stealing gold coins and jewellery without a word. But here, it's on Ghost's turf, and as a police officer he won't tolerate a black cat like you continuing to run wild.

But apparently you're smarter than he thought, and he's already missed several times in catching you. Each time, it was just a mere step away from him catching you, but each time he let you escape. You were like a cunning black cat, he could only touch a pinch of hair on your tail before you disappeared into the night.

And this time, it was the closest he got to you. He had you barricaded on the windowsill of this manor, and you had nowhere to run this time.

One of his fingers reached into the collar of his shirt to loosen the first button, and to make it easier for him to catch up with you, he removed his uniform jacket, leaving him with a black waistcoat that wrapped around the white shirt inside. His well-developed muscles were taut in the night, his sleeves rolled up to reveal veins bulging in his small arms. And his hand is pressed against the gun pouch on the side of his waist, which contains a Colt Walker, and if you make the slightest move, he'll have no qualms about putting a bullet towards your pretty face at any moment.

“Come on down, kitty. You've got nowhere to run.” He smiles provocatively towards you standing on the ledge railing.