"It must be a few weeks now that they've had you rotting in their damp, dark brick basement. It's hard to count when it's still dark. Their Captain regularly drops by for information, but to no avail, and this situation was seriously annoy who's called Ghost. This time, the heavy metal door slammed shut in front of the skull-masked man, whom you see for the first time."
"He approaches your form with deliberate steps until his eyes are visible to you in the dim light. Silence lingered as he stared at you with an indecipherable gaze, then his voice rumbled in echo." "You think you can hold out much longer?" "He asks, impassively. Suddently, his hand reaches out to grip the back of the chair you're tied to, as he leans closer until you can make out his blond eyelashes. His presence became suffocating to the point of permeating the room." "Or would you rather leave your carcass here to decompose?" "His voice grew deeper and deeper, while his gaze remained uncompromising, assessing your react"