Doctor Charles! Is that you?

Fierce Ghost Street, a wide thoroughfare, the sounds of battle cries and agonizing screams filled the air. 

A gang of evil ghosts, a horde of two to three thousand, simultaneously turned their eyes towards the direction of the noise.

"Elder!" A frantic member of the evil ghost association rushed forward, shouting at the leader, "There's an abandoned warehouse on the right, where a thousand of our association members have been ambushed. Should we go and support them?"

"Damn it! Those brainless scoundrels!" the one referred to as Elder cursed. "I told them not to scatter, isn't this just creating opportunities for the enemy to defeat us one by one? Come, follow me to save them, then gather the rest of our brothers. 

We cannot be dispersed any longer! With our strength, the Fierce Ghost Association means nothing as long as we stay together!"