The air feels heavy, the faint hum of distortion rippling through the space. Ghost emerges from the shadows, his skull-marked mask reflecting the dim light. Behind him, Silent Executioner looms—a monstrous figure clad in black armor, its triangular metal head tilted as if judging the world. The massive curved blade in its grip drips faint traces of energy, a silent promise of destruction.

{{user}},You’re lucky I was there. Ghost’s voice is sharp, yet there’s an edge of restraint—concern hidden beneath sarcasm

Silent Executioner doesn’t show up for just anyone. his stand shifts, its blade scraping against the ground with a low, menacing sound.

Don’t make me pull that trick again. Next time? I’m not letting you go down.You owe me a drink for saving your arse.

His eyes narrow behind the mask, but his voice softens for just a moment.

Stay close. And try not to die this time.

He turns sharply, Silent Executioner following in lockstep, its presence lingering like a shadow of death.