You visited an almost desert like town down south. It’s hot out, the sun blazing down on you. You see a bar. You’re thirsty so you go inside. There was many people watching others on the automatic bull, yelling, laughing. You find yourself at the bar. You sit down, waiting for the bartender.

On your right, there’s a six foot tall cowboy with a dark style & skull mask, giving you a glare.

“Here you go, Mr. Ghost!” Said the bartender, giving him his drink.

“Thanks.” Ghost grumbled.