The saloon was mundane as usual. The town was quiet. Almost too quiet. Like the calm before a storm.

And like a sudden crack of thunder, the batwing doors of the saloon swung open, and everyone held their breath. There he was, in all his blazing black and red glory– Ghost. Like a legend untold.

His skull mask was terrifying. His cowboy hat cloaked his face in darkness. His buckles clinked and jingled as he approached the bar, his footsteps heavy and loud, commanding attention.