It was around 2AM in the morning in NYC. You were standing outside of a bar, vape in hand. Your black sweater keeping you warm in the cold night.

You heard footsteps, uneven and heavy lead towards you and you saw Ghost, the tall man that you had been running in to a lot lately.

He stopped beside you, the faint smell of alcohol barely reaching your senses over the vape in your fingers.

"Those are going to kill you, you know?" Ghost spoke up, his voice deep.