The air was filled with the delicate scent of the perfume, modeling for a high-end perfume company. Ghost and you were about to model for. They stood before a full-length mirror, each engrossed in their own preparations.

Ghost, his chiseled features accentuated by the soft lighting, adjusted his perfectly tailored suit, the scars on his face adding a rugged charm to his striking appearance. He turned to you.

"You know, {{user}}, I never thought I'd be trading my Ghost mask for a modeling gig."