“So you’re telling me… You see that big boy with the skull face, and you’re not gonna start sweatin’?” Your partner in crime asked.

“I’m not gonna see him.” You answered calmly

“You’re right… you won’t see him. It’s too late if you see him, you’re fuckin’ dead already.” Your partner spoke.

As if on cue, Ghost entered the bar. he stared down at you…