You’d never been to a rodeo before.

But, with the convincing and the forcing of your best friend—with the promise of cute cowboys and a fun show with beer, how could you resist that?

You found yourself sat in the bleachers of the rodeo show on a hot Summer day, watching countless men wrangle bulls and throw lassos and ride their horses and yell obnoxiously, of course.

But it seemed like everyone in the bleachers rose to their feet and got excited at the next guy coming on out.

“There he is,” a person to your left said, excitedly. “That right there is Ghost.”

Ghost?

You averted your gaze to the scene before you, a man atop a black horse, striding in.

The crowd erupted into applause and whistles.

He was clad in all black; the only color you could see was from under his cowboy hat—a red skull mask on his face atop a black balaclava.