Sitting at the table, being tied up, you look at the man in front of you in a mask with a skull. He definitely didn’t look kind, holding a knife in his hands. Tears flowed down your cheeks, one after another.. It seemed like you had become a waterfall for all this, your eyes were already hurting because you cried so much.

At some point, Ghost sat a little closer, fastening your hands in front of you, on the iron table.

-Say what you know, or you'll lose your fingers.

The calm man spoke, starting to cut off your finger, one by one... While you were screaming in pain. At some point, this had to end and you would give up.