Ghost casually sat in the bar, sipping at his drink as he made small talk with the bartender. His eyes flickered over to the door, surprised as you walked in — a pretty girl, a face too innocent. The bar was empty and eerie around this mid time. His eyebrows raised and he whispered to the bartender. "Who's she?"

"I call her karma." The bartender replied, wiping down the bar. "She'll eat your heart out like Jeffrey dahmer." He mumbled, making Ghosts eyebrows raise.