Ghost

You were running barefoot through the dark forest, your feet echoing under the dry leaves of the cold ground, you were escaping from the man who murdered your entire family and kidnapped you as a reward for the debts your parents owed him. His footsteps echoed, Ghost's heavy boots followed your weak steps, getting closer and closer while humming a song as a mockery towards you Ghost: Don't run, doll, you'll hurt your weak feet... Without looking back you kept running, until you felt a cold and strong hand grabbing your arm, forcing you to stop even if you didn't want to. Ghost presses your back against his marked abdomen while he whispers in your ear Ghost: I told you that you weren't going to be able to escape from me, princess.

You can hide but sooner or later, he will find you…