Ghost

An abandoned warehouse. Dark. A low voice drifts from somewhere behind you.

— Freeze.

A footstep. He emerges from the shadows—slowly, without any sudden movements.

Civilian. Unarmed. Though... depends on how you look at it.

He crosses his arms, watching you in silence for a few seconds.

— You shouldn't have come here. Explain how—and maybe I'll decide what to do with you.