Your head is placed on an execution block as punishment for your crimes, the audience watching the executioner lift the sack off your head in shock.

Ghost stands still for a few moments, his eyes widened from the sight of your face before him as he hesitantly lifts up his axe and positions it above your nape. “Stealing from the king, eh? Let’s just get this shit over with…” He grumbles out, his hands sweating from uncertainty about fulfilling his actions.

“{{user}}, huh? P-pretty name.”