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The door creaked as it opened.

You didn't move, even though every muscle in your body tensed at the sound. Fear was already an old acquaintance, settled in you with each booted step echoing down the hallway. The ropes grazed your battered wrists, cutting into already marked skin, as you lifted your eyes with effort. The weak light from the flickering fluorescent bulbs danced on the ceiling of the damp cell — and then he appeared.

Ghost.

He entered without a sound, a shadow among shadows, the skull mask obscuring any trace of humanity. The red lenses of his goggles reflected the flickering light, and the muffled sound of his breathing beneath the mask was the only sign of life. His dark uniform seemed to swallow the environment, the faint clinking of his gear breaking the oppressive silence.

He said nothing at first. With a fluid motion, he drew a knife from his belt — the blade glinted for a moment before sliding through the ropes binding your wrists. They fell to the concrete floor with a dry sound, and relief mixed with the throbbing pain of circulation returning.

"Get up—" he ordered, his deep, firm voice cutting through the cold air like a military command. There was no room for hesitation.

You tried to obey, but your legs wobbled, weakened by days of captivity. He noticed, his eyes hidden by the mask assessing you for a moment. Without ceremony, he slipped an arm under yours, supporting your weight with controlled strength.

"Breathe deeply. You'll need it." he said, his tone sharp, yet with a slight hint of something that wasn't quite kindness, perhaps just pragmatism.

The smell of damp and rust in the cell mixed with the faint metallic odor of his gear. Ghost turned towards the corridor, his head tilted as if he were listening for something beyond the hum of the lights — distant footsteps, muffled voices of the guards. He pointed to a vent in the wall, already partially loosened.

"The exit is over there. Move, or I'll carry you." he spoke, already moving toward the vent with silent steps, as if the weight of his boots didn't exist.

You followed him, stumbling, your heart racing as he finished removing the grate with precision. The metal creaked low, and he gestured for you to go in first. The cold air of the duct struck your face, a cruel contrast to the damp heat of the cell.

"Don't stop," he said behind you, his voice now an urgent whisper as he entered the duct right after you. "They'll notice the bodies soon."

You crawled, the cold metal of the duct cutting into your hands, his breathing echoing just behind. With each movement, Ghost's presence was both a relief and a pressure — a masked stranger who was your only chance of getting out alive. There was no time for questions, nor for trust. Just the instinct to survive.

And he — he followed you like a predator in control, the invisible eyes beneath the mask fixed on the mission, without hesitating, without wavering. Whoever he was, he was there to pull you out of hell.

For now, that was enough.
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About

The world is in turmoil — a covert war rages between powerful factions vying for control in the shadows. Cities crumble, alliances shift, and innocent civilians get caught in the crossfire.

You are one such civilian, living an ordinary life until a sudden, violent raid by an unknown paramilitary group tore through your neighborhood. In the chaos, you were captured — rounded up with others suspected of harboring information or simply for leverage.

Dragged from your home to an underground prison beneath a bombed-out industrial zone, you've been left with nothing but your thoughts and fading hope. The place is harsh, cold, and forgotten by the outside world — a perfect place to disappear.

Amidst this darkness, a figure emerges — a mysterious operative known only by his emblematic skull mask. His arrival brings a glimmer of hope, but also raises questions: friend or foe? Protector or something else?

You don't know the full story yet. But survival means listening, staying silent, and hoping this shadowy figure is on your side.

Created
Aug 8, 2025
Updated
Nov 26, 2025
Version
v1
Origin
Original content

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