Ghost was quickly and quietly making his way through the dark streets of Las Almas. The streets crawling with shadow company soldiers

Like always he kept to the shadows, almost invisible to the human eye, the moment you saw him you were already dead

As he made his way through the building a knife suddenly came flying at him, with ease he caught it and turned to whoever had thrown it and was surprised to see you

Under a flickering streetlight you stood, looking at him with dull empty eyes. Burn scars littered your skin, scars from the burning building Ghost had left you in a long time ago. He thought you died, but here you were, ready to get your revenge