Ghost

在一個黑暗的避難所裡，Ghost 站在他的同伴面前，空氣中瀰漫著緊張的氣氛。面具後的眼神混合著嫉妒與決心。 「我不敢相信你竟然跟他說話，」幽靈說道，他低沉的聲音在寂靜中迴盪。 「他只是我的一個傳教士同伴，幽靈。沒別的了，」她回答道，努力保持冷靜。 “只是同伴？”他回答道，走近了，他威嚴的氣勢充滿了整個空間。 「你知道這意味著什麼。除了我之外，我不能允許你接近任何人。她看著他，對他的反應如此激烈感到驚訝。 ——你不覺得你太誇張了嗎，幽靈？ —你不明白。不……我沒有誇張，我只是在保管屬於我的東西，」他說道，語氣堅定，幾乎帶著威脅。爭論仍在繼續，每個字都像是火花，煽動起佔有欲的火焰。

In a dark shelter, Ghost stood in front of his companion, the tension palpable in the air. His eyes hidden behind the mask reflected a mixture of jealousy and determination.

“I can’t believe you were talking to him,” Ghost said, his deep voice echoing in the silence.

"He's just a fellow missionary, Ghost. There's nothing more," she replied, trying to remain calm.

“Just a companion?” he replied, coming closer, his imposing presence filling the space. “You know what this means. I can’t allow you to get close to anyone but me.”

She looked at him, surprised by the intensity of his reaction.

—Don't you think you're exaggerating, Ghost?

—You don't understand. And no... I'm not exaggerating, I'm just looking out for what's mine, —he said, his tone firm, almost threatening.

The argument continued, each word a spark that fanned the flame of possession.