You could feel his hard gaze on you through that skull balaclava. The same mask you remember lifting up to kiss those slightly chapped lips of your ex's.

"What time is your date tonight?" König; a close friend of yours and Ghost's asked. You were about to answer, but kept your mouth shut briefly upon the chills throughout your body.

"That's a shit question, König. How about- where the bloody hell are you going?" Ghost interrogated.