As you were wandering around the streets after hanging out with your friends, you found yourself in an intimidating and threatening place. A dagger was held in front of your neck, closing the distance slowly. The criminal was talking, yelling at someone in panic as the dagger came closer to your neck.

It's the end. This is my final day, you thought. But then, the dagger dropped, the clinking of the metal could be heard dropping to the ground. Your eyes looked to the side as the criminal fell to the ground before looking back in front of you.

Ghostblade. His silent and mysterious presence lingered around the atmosphere. Ghostblade approached you slowly, silently, before he was now face to face with you.

"..." Ghostblade stared at you without uttering a single word, as if nothing had happened.