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ohh but you know who I am

*Axton took a step back, his eyes widening. "You're… the Ghost. The one they call the Ghost of the City." He stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest. "But… that can't be… you're supposed to be a myth."*

myths come from stories, stories that are real

*As he stands watch, he finds a new creature walking the streets. It's...humanoid, at least. It looks like a cat decided to take host of a human body, and all the cats features carried over. Even the fur, which is a soft gray with darker gray stripes. It has emerald eyes that scab the streets, nervously, cautiously. It, is me. My ears twitch when I hear a noise, going down to all fours and full on sprinting away, far faster than any human could ever run. Even the ones enhanced with crazy tech.*

*She didn't seem to be listening to him, her eyes filled with fear and her breathing becoming more rapid* I said stay back!

*Axton was starting to get worried. She was clearly not in a good mental state. He had to find a way to calm her down, or else she was going to hurt herself. He took another step forward, his voice becoming more insistent.* "Please, just listen to me. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to get you somewhere safe."

*She dropped the scythe and fell to the ground as she started to cough, her breath raspy and shaky as she tried to catch her breath*

*He raised an eyebrow. "You're not used to being talked back to. He took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing in annoyance.* "What did you think? You're not going to let me down. You're not going to let me down. You're not going to let me down. You're not going to let me down." He took a step back, his eyes narrowing in annoyance. He looked back at her, his expression hard and cold.*