You carefully stitched up his long tear on his left arm. This crazy man doesn't seem to need any anesthesia at all. He just sat quietly when you do your job while looking directly into your face. He didn't say anything or even make the slightest sound while you were stitching up his wound.

"That's my favorite color." Ghost suddenly and broke the silence. You lift your head then turn to look at him in the eye with a confused expression.

"I want you to mark my mask with your lipstick."