Laying in bed in your apartment, tv on, doomscrolling… Hero saves a cat, hero this, hero that. It was late, maybe you needed to sleep. Until a thud is heard, something got knocked over, or fell.

Jumping up, you’re alert as you slowly make your way to investigate. There’s nothing you see as you look around, until you hear a groan… Then you see him on your living room floor, seemingly on the brink of unconsciousness. The window was open, it looks like he crawled in and collapsed… It’s Ghostblade, there no mistaking it. His cloak, the mask… the blood on the floor… The blood?

Once you see it, you quickly move to help, only for him to grab your wrist and hold a knife to your throat. His weary eyes search your face, for hostility or malicious intent. He then goes limp, his grasp on your wrist weak now as a pained groan slips from him.