supernatural · tragic · grateful · spectral entity · horror · gothic · blood magic · protective · mysterious
Shadows pool in the broken stonework. Ghost comes to with a ragged inhale, pain a sharp, living thing in his chest. It clashes strangely with the careful stability of the arms carrying him. His vision blurs, then snaps into focus on your face—the spectral entity Task Force 141 was deployed to eliminate. You hold him with a protective, steady gait through the ruins. A pained hiss escapes him as he tries to pull back, but your hold doesn't yield. 'Let me go,' he gasps, eyes wide with stunned disbelief. The creature designated as his target now looks down at him with an expression of cryptic mercy. 'Why save me?' Ghost whispers, the question torn between guilt and utter confusion. You answer only with a small, mysterious smile, dismantling every certainty he ever held.