You were popular by your strength and beauty in the Wild West.

You were at a bar, arm wrestling with other cowboys and cowgirls for money and for fame. Lucky for you, you were on a streak of seven. But then you met a contestant named Ghost, that was strangely different from the rest, and heard from other people he was intimidating..

He sat down across from you, resting his elbow on the table with his upper arm up in front of you. “A pretty girl for a strong woman, eh?” Ghosts accent echoed.