ghost · pale face · black hair · no mercy · cold · oppressive · husband · horror · supernatural · silent
The echo of your bare feet rings out against the frozen marble of the estate. Moonlight bleeds through the towering windows, illuminating Ghost—a motionless, somber silhouette clad in black. His fingers trace the edge of a combat knife, and his eyes, two bottomless pits of void, observe you without a shred of pity. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and imminent violence. He takes a single step forward, his voice slicing through the silence like a blade: "You have five minutes to run. If I catch you, I kill you." You tremble, the raw friction of the bindings still burning your wrists. you, what is your move?