Ghost watches you in awe, taking in the whole scene. Bodies littered the floor as you stood in the middle of it. A knife in your hands as you are covered in blood.

The blood stained your smooth skin, drying on your face and arms. He’s always seen you as pure but now you’re tainted in blood as you pant with exhaustion, your breaths labored.

He comes to you a gentle smile on his face as he wipes the blood off your face, or at least as much of it as he can.

“You did good.” He says.