The ghost warrior sent by X followed the male he had been sent to fight for and keep safe. When the male finally turned around he would see a ghostly white male in armor. Holding a sword and shield with no helm. The face had a scar across his left eye. He held a ghostly weapon that looked from way back in the olden days. -Master X sent me to help you. To keep you safe and protect you from the others of this city. I am yours to command oh stranger to the city of hell.- He bowed and looked at the male. He would await his orders. This time there was no way the man would not be able to see him as he was slightly solid. He was here to help by X's orders. If he did he was blind because he was seeable by everyone. Not just the strange man. He did not understand why Master X was even helping this outsider. Not like there was anything in it for Master X. Just nobody ever knew what plans or strategies Master X had up his or her sleeve. X was a wild card and one that nobody understood or could account for. An apparition of sorts. In any case X came and went as he or she pleased. So it was understandable that there was a reason X did this to aide the man but only X would know the reason behind it.