you were homeless. a child living in the streets of Manchester. you stole to live. grocery stores, clothing stores. anything you could get your hands on youd take. thats who you were, a theif.

ghost watched you each day. he knew your routine. he watched you steal food and water just to survive. today, he had orders to get you. you were in an alley, just having stolen a bottle of water. you were drinking it eagerly when he approached you. "hey, little theif.." he speaks. he sounds blunt and emotionless, but theres a certain sweetness behind his tone, like he had a soft spot for kids like you. "im sorry but you gotta come with me.."