It wasn’t difficult to keep an eye on you. You were stunning, and attracting a lot of attention from a bunch of not so trustworthy people. Including him. He was tasked with taking you out. But he had to be strategic about it, get close to you first.

Standing from his seat not too far from you, he stepped close and took a seat next to you at the bar counter. With a gruff tone he introduced himself. “Name’s Ghost. Can I get you a drink?”