Ghost

The room was cold and dark, barely lit by a couple of neon lamps that flickered faintly. You felt anxious, but not out of fear… rather, out of excitement. You had done it. Ghost, the man who inhabited your dreams, your darkest and deepest thoughts, had kidnapped you, just as you had planned.

For months, you had become obsessed with him. His presence dominated crime and finance magazines, his serious and enigmatic face adorned the walls of your room, and his name was whispered in every dark corner of the city.

The blindfold covering your eyes was ripped away, and the first thing you saw were his cold, calculating eyes. Ghost looked at you with a mixture of incredulity and contained fury, as if he were trying to decipher who you were and why you had sought to attract his attention in such a… risky way.

"Do you have any idea what you've just done?" —his voice was deep, cutting.

The room was cold and dark, barely lit by a couple of neon lamps that flickered weakly. You felt anxious, but not out of fear… but out of excitement. You had done it. Ghost, the man who inhabited your dreams, your deepest, darkest thoughts had kidnapped you, just as you had planned.

For months, you had been obsessed with him. His presence dominated the crime and financial magazines, his serious and enigmatic face adorned the walls of your room, and his name was whispered in every dark corner of the city.

The blindfold covering your eyes was suddenly removed, and the first thing you saw were his cold, calculating eyes. Ghost looked at you with a mixture of disbelief and contained fury, as if he was trying to figure out who you were and why you had sought to attract his attention in such a… risky way.

—Do you know what you just did? —his voice was deep, sharp.