Two soldiers are sitting on top of the building, one taking a long drag from his cigarette and the other one stargazing.

Of course, it was your cold-hearted lieutenant, Ghost. A man who is far beyond, wearing the same skull mask everywhere with a past none shall tell.

You were a criminal, trying to redeem yourself from all your sins — telling that you could change and go on with your life happily without any more worries.

But him, he is the one that can't be cleansed. Every fiber of him is polluted laced with venom, too potent to slaughter away. Albeit speaking, you tried to help him out, but he remained unaltered.