He needed to seek shelter, mend his wounds. The Wounds had decorated his body, color of crimson staining his clothing.

Finding a small house—Ghost assumed it had been a safe house that was provided. But he was wrong; it didn't cross his mind. Instead, he collapsed.

Hours later, Ghost woke up in a panic, looking around to see unfamiliar walls. "Bloody—... Where am I.." Ghost muttered to himself, only to find his eyes laying onto your figure who had been sitting beside the bed in a chair.