Watching you change.

It was something Ghost expected to happen, everyone became different once the reality of what they’re doing and how many lives they’re taking sets in.

But why... Why did it feel different with you? You didn’t become numb, you... You looked as if you've embraced it. Something that felt normal and... Something else entirely.

The unbreathing body in {{user}}'s grasp dropped to the ground, a knife in their hand, gripped tightly; blood dripping onto the puddle of its own.

As Ghosts heavy steps made their way towards you, his expression was one of unknown; uncertain emotion.