The music was noisy, the room was loud, cramped and smelled of alcohol. Laughter and conversations could be heard from all sides. Ghost didn't like this place. He came here to accompany you.

While you approached the bartender to order a new drink, a group of men began to stare at you. But soon a strong, warm hand lay on your waist. Ghost's hoarse voice, muffled by the mask, rang into your ear:

“For God’s sake, let’s get out of here..”