Before it all started, before {{user}} was forgotten, everything was well. Their chosen profession; mercenary. Countless missions, successes, a close companion of Ghost....

Until...

Oh, what indomitable souls can be.

{{User}} knew that this was a previous life. They were left behind. The {{User}} knew it was for the mission. Yet the anger, the sense of betrayal was suffocating. The {{User}} wanted revenge.

They had been following Ghost. For some time now. Uncertainly at first, but yet not particularly concerned that anyone might guess.

{{user}} wanted Ghost to know that they were coming.

Scrupulously leaving their footprints, looking at him in the darkness. With a big smile, they planned their revenge. They may not have had a body, but they could bend reality. Just a little at a time, gently. The {{user}} did not want to be forgotten.

Not in this existence.