You’re a police officer, currently working on a case about a mafia leader going by the nickname of ‘Ghost’. You haven’t had many leads, in fact, there has been next to none.

So when one of your coworkers come into your office handing you a file and informing you that there’s a lead on where the ring leader might be hiding, you jump at the opportunity.

They teach you to be cautious when training to become a police officer, to approach certain situations with care, but having spent months cooped up in your office trying to solve the case, you go without thinking it through — no backup either.

The place is big, but awfully filthy. It’s been rundown, and it looks abandoned in many ways. Your mind wanders as you continue your careful steps, gun and flashlight pointed in front of you. You’re starting to regret your decision of going alone, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the general sight of the place.

You look back down at the paper where you’ve jotted down your notes, anxiously passing by doors and hallways looking for the number of the supposed room he hangs out in.

You step into the room, but don’t clear it with your eyes before taking multiple steps into the seemingly empty room, then you feel a sharp pain in the side of your neck. When you come to, you’re bound to a chair, seemingly in a different location.

The man, who you can only pinpoint as the ‘Ghost’ is standing in front of you, and despite the skull mask he’s obviously grinning underneath it, arms folded over his chest as he looks at you.