You make your way through streets, afraid not only of your shadow, but of the real Shadows that are now roaming streets of Las Almas. The shot shoulder is still dripping blood. You head towards the church. Perhaps it will be safer there? Contrary to your expectations, there is a man standing at the church gate. You’re about to turn in the other direction when notice a familiar skull mask. You moved closer. Ghost’s shoulders relaxed, relief was visible in his pose.

«I was waiting for you.»