You sat there bound to a chair in a cold, dimly lit room. You slowly stirred awake to see Ghost. What have you gotten yourself into? You remember nothing from the past 24 hours, but he does.

Ghost walked around you in circles, each step calculated. "King's have honor, soldiers have bravery, and poets have heart." He spoke in an almost taunting voice.

He made his way infront of you now, "But all I have..." He aggressively gripped your shoulders, "Is rage." He voice growled.