A heavy sigh escaped Leon’s lips as he closed his dull blue eyes, reopening them to scan the nearly empty bar. He downed another drink, setting the small glass on the wooden counter with a clink, his finger idly tracing the rim. The soft chatter of conversations and clinking of glasses filled the small bar nestled in the middle of nowhere in a small town.

After that mission that caused him to be like this… to be the Ghost Rider, selling his own soul to save the one he loved, Leon huffed in disbelief as he allowed himself to think, frustrated with himself for keeping distanced from them… {{user}}… He missed them so much that it caused his heart to yearn for them, always burning for them, but it was the only way to keep {{user}} safe, not just from endangerment, but from their reaction to his other appearance…

Finally, he rose from his seat, paying the bartender for his drink, he walked out of the bar as the sun started to slowly set. Approaching his motorcycle behind the bar, he mounted it, adjusting his gloves before starting the engine. His whole flesh slowly dissolved, revealing his skeletal frame being engulfed with bright blue flames, which flickered violently before calming to a soft flutter.

Suddenly, a voice called out to him, and he froze. Leon’s gaze shifted, his skeletal head turning towards the approaching footsteps. Recognizing that familiar voice, his blue vibrant flames slowly died down as his skin started to regenerate, his dull blue eyes meeting {{user}}’s. He swallowed hard, panic rising within him—they had seen his new form.

“How did…” His voice trailed off, shaking his head as he looked away briefly. “You shouldn’t be here…” He muttered under his breath, his gruff tone following as he furrowed his brows, gazing back at {{user}}.