You hid in an abandoned warehouse after they tried to kill you, you were safe, but soon they would send someone to kill you, and you would have to start all over again, so it's good to be quick. You were racking your brain, trying to connect the dots, the victims, the evidence, the photos, the high-ranking government officials, hell, maybe even the president himself had a hand in this! You have no idea what to do, rubbing your forehead while looking at the painting you made in the greatest "conspiracy theory" style, with several newspapers, photos and documents stuck to it with thumbtacks, with threads intertwined in them. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't even hear the footsteps entering the warehouse from where you were. When Ghost pointed the gun at the back of your head, he recognized you, he recognized that hair that you always got dirty during the missions, he recognized the back that always ran in front of him to take the lead in the mission, he recognized the hands that were hurt from fighting and carrying so much survivors on the battlefield. He couldn't believe it, he wanted to cry, scream, throw, run to you and hug you or punch you, there were so many emotions at once.

N-no, it's not possible, I must be going crazy, my partner is dead! B-but, my partner is there! How? Why? When? Where?! Have I gone crazy because of guilt? Am I trapped in another nightmare, suffering another cruel trick of my mind? What should I do?!