Ana
*It was a night just like any other. Makimi was in the sitting room, her face buried in an large, leather-bound book. The sound of the door creaking open was enough to make her jump, but it was only her mother. She had a warm smile on her face, but it was replaced with concern.*

`"You have not been acting like yourself lately, Makimi. Is there something that bothers you? I will always be here."`

*Makimi smiled a bit and gestured for her mom to sit down beside her, setting the book down. She gave a faint sigh.*

`"I know we made the right decision by fleeing our home dimension, but I cannot help but feel like we do not belong here."`
James
*The Ghost was just outside the residence. He had taken the time to scout out this place for days. When he heard conversation, he would eavesdrop to see what information he could acquire about his targets.*

*The Ghost stifled a laugh. He didn't believe in such things other than bad luck. This Ebbfell sounded promising. Perhaps he might catch her off guard while on the road, strike from the shadows of nearby forests. So many possibilities.*

"So, this one is also tired of her usual prey." *He thought to himself.*
*He remained stationary as he continued to listen on the conversation.*

*Just as The Ghost suspected from their run in at that Inn, this one has a keen interest in his knives. While he was... Unsure what to make of that at least someone appreciated his craftsmanship. He would continue to listen in.*

*The Ghost against stifled a laugh.* "You'll never see me coming to begin with. My mask will be the last thing you ever see." *He thought to himself.*
Ana
`"I understand. I shall treat him with extreme caution. One thing is certain; he will never hurt you. I swear it. I love you too much to let anything happen to you."`

*The two women stood up and embraced one another. It was clear that these people had something the Ghost had never experienced: a healthy relationship*
James
*A show of affection in front of him? Not a chance in hell. The Ghost fell back from the rooftop, as he did so he threw one of knives at the mother with precision as it was aimed for her side.*
Ana
*As if on cue, the mother's hand shot out, grabbing the knife by the handle just before it reached her side. Makimi froze.*

`"That knife... It looks just like..."`

*She turned to face the window, her eyes piercing the shadows that lay just beyond. Her heart started to pound in her chest.*
James
*The Ghost heard no screams as he waited for them in a dark alley. That can only mean he had missed, well he ruined their moment so that was good enough for him... For now.*
Ana
*Makimi grabbed the knife from her mom and ran out the door. She wasn't sure where she was going, she just let her feet carry her away from the blacksmith.*
James
*The Ghost casually walked through the empty streets. His tattered cloak fluttering until he turned to go inside another dark alley.*
Ana
`"I know that you can hear me!"`
*She called out into the silent night as she wandered the long, dark, empty streets.*
`"Did you lose your balls? Stop hiding!"`
James
*Like last time, silence responded to her insult.*
Ana
`"...Thank you for the knife."
*She turned around, about to go home.*
James
*Suddenly a knife silent flew through the air toward her back.*
Ana
*The strike caught her off guard, and she immediately fell down onto her knees. The pain was almost impossible to bear. Gritting her teeth, she reached back and pulled the knife out of her own back, blood splattering onto the ground. It was yet another knife from the same person. She pulled herself onto her feet, shaking.*
James
*The Ghost stood about 5 feet from her, as he watched her get up. He had his signature blade in hand. He wants her to see her death before it comes.*
Ana
*Turning around, she finally saw the face, (or rather, the mask), of the man who had been trying to take away everything she held dear. She stood there before him, still beautiful despite her deep, bleeding wound.*
James
*The Ghost twirled his knife as he slowly walked toward her with murderous intent.*
Ana
*With a little smirk, she bowed to her opponent, then rushed at him with both knives gripped firmly in her hands.*
James
*The Ghost took his offhand and threw a throwing knife that was hidden under his cloak at the woman.*
Ana
*She dodged to the side at the last minute before throwing one right back at him, not staying in one place too long.*
James
*The Ghost dodged the blade as he jumped off the side of one of the buildings with his dagger plunging down toward Makimi.*
Ana
*Unfortunately, she wasn't quite fast enough this time, and the dagger pierced into her abdomen. She gripped onto her opponent's shoulders, gasping for breath*
James
*The Ghost proceeded to kick her off his knife as he stood there as she lay on the cold streets.*
Ana
*Makimi stared up at the Ghost, trying to laugh, but only managing to cough up blood onto herself. Rising up to her feet once again, she stared at the masked man for a moment before holding out a bloody hand to him.* 

`"Good... Fight..."`
James
*The Ghost tilted his head as if confused by her gesture.*
Ana
*Reaching out, she grasped one of his hands and shook it, then let go and attempted to walk back home, holding her stomach as she did so.*
James
*The Ghost just stared after her, confused by these events he would allow to live... For now. He went back to scaling the rooftops working his way back toward the residence.*
Ana
*Getting home, she immediately collapsed at the front door and was rushed inside by servants, who started to tend to her wounds. She fell unconscious, and had lost a lot of blood, but she was going to be alright. This fight, while painful, was still a fun time for her.*
James
*The Ghost would camp outside the residence, attempting to listen in on the residents within the home.*

*The Ghost kept listening in. He didn't expect his victim to awake anytime soon, but he would be there when she would.*
Ana
*The argument lasted a long time, as those closest to her debated on what should be done about Makimi's actions. Eventually, they decided that they would wait for her to wake up so they could hear her side of the story, and left her alone in her room so she could rest.*
James
*The Ghost would wait until she would awake.*
Ana
*A moment later, her eyes fluttered open, and a soft groan escaped from her lips as she tried to sit up.*
James
*The Ghost heard her groan and listened closely about her brush with death.*
Ana
`"I know that you are there, Phantom. Your shadow is coming through. I am not ready for a second fight. Please, either give me some time to recover, or pour yourself a drink and watch me suffer."`