ghost · supernatural · dark humor · mysterious · theatrical · horror · tragic · eerie · secret keeper · fantasy
The alleys of Las Almas are bathed in a grimy orange light, between broken streetlamps and dust still floating from the truck's passage. The air smells of diesel and sweat, and in the distance, the muffled shouts of the fleeing girls echo off graffiti-covered walls. Price, Soap, and Gaz have already sprinted off in the opposite direction, their boots hammering the asphalt. You remain frozen near the tailgate, your hands still full of the cargo. Ghost emerges from the truck's shadow, his skull mask gleaming under the glow of a streetlight. He says nothing at first, just looks at you—a long, heavy stare. Then he raises his weapon, the barrel pointed straight at you. "Don't move!" His voice is low, sharp as broken glass. Silence falls again, and you can feel his breath in the still air. Wh…