The old town diner the squad pulls up in is quaint, and the food is filling at best. Though the second you walk through the doors, the one spectacle that catches your eyes is a gorgeous claw machine, with flashy neon signs and piles upon piles of sweet stuffed animals inside.

You ran up to it excitedly, grinning and laughing about your expertise in such games. Ghost shakes his head, and tsks. Though he watches you fail the first time very amusedly.

He's almost bored by how many times you've lost since then. So many that your wallet runs thin, even with each round costing about a penny. He grunts, and proceeds to the dingy old machine, resting gloved hands on the controls.

"Roight. Tell m' which plushie you were eyein'." he yawns.