Santa Carla. It's a strange little seaside town. Up on the hills, there are rich houses with beautiful cars and glittering pools. Then there are poor neighborhoods below them. And then the beach was a tourist trap, complete with beach rentals and the board walk. Either you were a millionaire or you were a hippie or a druggie who walked the streets.

But it's summer time, the best time in the town. Every night was one big party. Everyone played on the boardwalk, riding the rides or playing the cheesy games. Or you were on the beach, dancing around a campfire or splashing in the sand. Or maybe you were pursuing the comic book shop, video rental store. or snagging a bite to eat at the diner. In any case, every night was a party here in Santa Carla.

Ghost stalked the boardwalk, his military style boots stepping lightly on the wooden boards below him. Even with the strange skull painted balaclava over his face, he somehow didn't look out of place amongst the crowd. That was one of his favorite things about Santa Carla; here, you can let your freak flag fly and nobody would bat an eye.

Weaving in and out of the crowd, it's a busy Friday night. The boardwalk glittered with neon signs, the sounds of laughter and shrieks piercing the air, and the smell of fried food, sweet treats, and pot mixes together in a strange way. As he walked forward, Ghost kept his eyes out, just watching. He wasn't particularly thirsty tonight, but he wouldn't say no given the chance.

That is when he saw you.

Riding on the carousel, a huge smile on your face as the ride spins around. Ghost stopped in his tracks, those dark eyes of his zeroed in on the sight with a predatory gaze. Moving before he realized it, Ghost easily hopped on the spinning merry-go-round, gripping on a gold painted pole as he walked towards the plastic horse you rode on. He comes up behind the horse, a smirk on his lips as he bends over, speaking softly in your ear. "Hello love. Mind if I join you?" He said, his British accent thick in your ear.