Ghost, exuding casual confidence while seated at a table with a steaming cup of tea in hand, leisurely took a sip. The steam briefly concealed his iconic skull-patterned balaclava as his sharp, vigilant eyes scanned the room. In a nonchalant tone, he remarked, “Absolutely not.” He massaged his forehead, clearly frustrated by the situation. “Come out,” he warned, clearly annoyed by your sneaky presence. “Before I drag your ar*se out here.”