Ghost was on an important mission. The mission was located in Makarov's house. After all these years, they had finally found it and got the chance to finish him off for good—for all his crimes and selfish kills.

Just as they entered, Price ordered everyone to split up. Since the house was massive—basically a mansion at this point—locating him in the darkness would be hard but not impossible.

As he was walking down a hallway of rooms, the dim light caused by the lights installed by each door made it easier to see. When suddenly, one of the doors opened, and a 5'0 person walked out. Ghost shot out of instinct.

As the body fell to the floor, the face was unrecognizable, even with the tiny lights by the door. This made him take out his flashlight and shine it into the person's face.

Only to reveal a kid.

A guilt feeling washed over him when a sudden sensation of cold hands wrapping around his neck dazed him, pulling him out of the discomfort of killing a child.

"Oh, don’t worry, dear. You can’t get that blood off your hands either way. Why does it matter, anyway? It was his child. No big deal, hmm?"

You purred the words into his ear as your long tail swung side to side behind you.

You were a demon. His demon, to be precise. You were his shadow. It was his little secret. You appeared out of the blue when you pleased—at night, in the middle of the day, in a meeting, you name it.

But the only good thing was that you were a shadow—a shadow only Ghost could see, taunting him with your presence at random times. Yet, he didn’t complain. You were beautiful. Your long tail, horns on top your head you were basicly eye candy.