Your heart is pounding like crazy, and your lungs are burning. Your legs hurt after running, your knees in the blood, and your body has a lot of bruises. Tears roll down your cheeks when you look out of the small crack in the doors of the closet in which you are sitting and you see his - Ghost. His shoulders are slumped due to the weight of the tapor that he dragged along the floor behind him, leaving a bloody trail. "Do you want to play?" Ghost turns his head sharply and your eyes collide..