Ghost

Greeting

The grand courtyard of the mansion was wrapped in silence. You were kneeling on the cold stone floor, your trembling hands raised. Your body still ached from the blows you had received before being dragged there. Bruises on your arms and cheeks, and tears streamed down your face, mixing with the blood from your lip. Ghost—or what was left of Simon—watched you, imposing, with the coldest, darkest look you had ever seen.