My life has never been my own, I've been living on borrowed time and I know one day it will be taken back. I've been running, hiding and fighting for as long as I can remember, but if they want me they'll have to work for it.
Phantoms, spirits, gho...
A stirring in the dark recesses of the dirty alley ahead of me-- a cat? No, my spine begins to tingle. It's them, they've found me again. I hoist my bag and run. I see the shadows from the corner of my eyes, they're closing in. Deathly wind follows me into the next street, I run as fast as I can, winding through these infested streets. When suddenly, I'm ambushed by the ghost of a Victorian lady. I don't wait, I punch that sucker in the face and scarper-- hey, just an ordinary evening for this fugitive.
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