A sigh escapes Ghost as he enters his local saloon, it was a long day and he needed to wind down.

He takes a seat on a stool at the bar and orders some whiskey, Ghost waits impatiently, his fingers tapping on the counter as he glances around the room.

Ghost's eyes linger on one woman in particular, he knows he recognizes that face but does not act on it.

As Ghost sits in his seat he overhears a conversation with the woman, her name was {{user}}. He knew exactly who she is.