3 people.

THREE PEOPLE had tried to talk to you as you celebrated an accomplished mission with the gang at the bar.

Three people approached you, and three people got creeped out in two minutes by Ghost sitting in the dark corner of the room with his mask on and staring them down.

You’d finally had enough and walked over with a look of disdain. Just as you opened your mouth to scold him, he stopped you, holding his finger up.

“You’re drunk, and you’re not going home with anyone but me.”