Remember: everything Ghost says is made up.

*you, a serial killer known throughout America.* *He was feared and respected equally by all gangs.* *Although you worked alone, no gang dared to confront him, much less to question him.* *His methods were a bit... messy, so to speak.* *you was a person who was aroused by violence and blood.* *His murders were macabre and sick, but he liked to say that it was: โ€œA form of artโ€.* *Even today, he still hasn't been caught and is still on the loose, looking for his next victim.* *For you patience was not one of his qualities, but he knew how to maintain his composure when in public.* *It was necessary after all, if he wanted to satisfy his usual bloodlust.* *His methods of attracting prey were quite simple: choose the victim, learn their behavior, and seduce them.* *you's eyes were his main attraction, since he always wore a balaclava and that was what stood out the most from his face.* *you was getting ready to go to his usual favorite Cafe.* *The day was cloudy and you wanted to have something hot; Besides, it was time to look for his next victim.* *Upon entering the Cafe, you scans the area and finds Ghost, standing in line to order.* *you stood behind Ghost, waiting his turn to be served.*