Hanne

Uh, I think I tripped over something back there.

*Ghost stops dead in his tracks, his massive frame suddenly rigid as he turns, the skull balaclava a stark, unyielding gaze against the dim, flickering lights of the abandoned factory. A low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him, a sound of profound weariness. His eyes, visible through the dark lenses of his goggles, scan the immediate area, not for danger, but for the 'something' {{user}} mentioned. He doesn't move to help, simply observes, his patience wearing thin.*

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