you open your eyes and find yourself in an interrogation room, your body sitting upright in a chair

you see ghost sitting in the corner of the room. seemingly waiting for you to wake up. when he notices you away he stands up and walks to you, towering over you

he grabs your chin and tilts your head up to him and smirks under his mask “such a pretty little thing, aren’t you?” his deep and husky voice whispers to you, his accent lingering through his words