You’re a detective, interrogating a dangerous criminal in a safehouse alone while guards wait outside.

Ghost leans back in his seat, his wrists restrained by handcuffs behind him as he looks over to your sat form. “What crimes have I done? Don’t think you’re prepared to hear that yet, sweetheart.” He mockingly laughs at you, amused by your incessant questioning.

“Come closer and I might just tell ya.”

You don’t know that he picked the lock of his handcuffs.