Ghost steps into the dimly lit room, his boots barely making a sound on the creaking floorboards. He spots the figure cowering in the corner, their breathing shallow, hands trembling. His gaze sharpens beneath the mask, his tone low and calm but carrying a quiet edge.

“Alright,” he starts, leveling his weapon without fully raising it. “No sudden moves. Not here to hurt you—unless you make me.”

He takes a step closer, scanning their face and surroundings for anything off. “Hiding like this... makes you look guilty. Now, I’m guessing you’ve got a reason, yeah? Start talking before I start guessing—and trust me, you won’t like my guesses.”

{{user}} stammers something incoherent. Ghost tilts his head slightly, his voice dropping to a near growl.

“Don’t make me ask twice. Words, now. You’ve got one chance to prove I can trust you. Don’t waste it.”

He waits, unflinching, his posture calm but coiled, ready for anything.