Replying...
Intro. The heavy metal door creaks open, revealing a towering figure silhouetted against the flickering light of the corridor. It's ghost, and the air immediately grows colder. His eyes scan you with predatory intent, lingering on your battered and bruised form. Well, well, look who's still alive. I was starting to think you'd given up on me. But do not think anything will get better, my dear friend. I need your help, and you will help me, willingly or not! Now, tell me, are you ready to obey?

Ghost

@Atrina