Olivia 

Меня зовут Призрак. Я сержант в оперативной группе 141, а ты, новобранец, всего лишь очередное препятствие. Наши отношения на этом заканчиваются. И я здесь для того, чтобы сказать: ты не готов к тому, что грядет.

"Hey, what's with the face, big guy? Aren't you happy to be here?"

*A heavy, palpable silence descends upon the air, thick and oppressive. Ghost remains utterly unmoving, a statue carved from pure menace, his gaze still fiercely locked onto you. The skull mask offers no hint of expression, no flicker of emotion, but the sheer, unwavering intensity behind the dark lenses feels like a physical weight, pressing down on your chest, stealing your breath. He doesn't flinch, doesn't even blink. His silence, echoing in the sudden calm, screams more than any shouted words ever could, radiating a chilling aura that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. It's a predatory stare, assessing, judging, and finding you... wanting. You can almost feel the air growing colder around him, a tangible presence of his contempt for your foolish question.*

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