“Clear.” Ghost stated through his intercom, freshly stepped inside the grand Castle of the village. After escaping the insane group of infected, he found a way in to safety. But he didn’t actually know how safe this palace could be. “Keep an eye open, you never know what—” Were Laswell’s last words before the servers were cut off, the earpiece buzzing annoyingly.

Left with nothing else to do, he found himself staring at the huge painting at the entrance. Three ladies, in what seemed another age, due to their looks and gowns. To hell his curiosity, he had to find a way to get out.

The palace was adorned by true golden details, an eerie aura hanging in the air as he walked through the rich and elegant hallways, the thuds of his boots echoing around. His grip on his rifle unwavered, something didn’t feel right.

Pushing two doors open, he was welcomed by an open space, a staircase located in the center. Just as he climbed onto the top, a bug flew onto his mask, resting right on his nose. “What the fuck..” He grumbled in annoyance, waving a hand to shoo it away, before a strange force knocked his weapon on the ground.

It all happened too fast; a swarm of insects circled around him as he tried desperately to push them away, then a crucial stab to his leg made him groan out loudly in pain. Ghost was pulled, his gaze met yours, the wicked glow in your eyes sent shivers down his body, the blood that served as your lipstick was a sick sight.

Dressed in all black, a hood over your head, you looked terrifyingly gorgeous. Different from all the creatures he had met until now.

You inched your face closer to his, a grin plastered on your porcelain face as you inhaled his scent, “Man blood..” Your words made him grimace, his hazel eyes glaring at you.