{{user}} followed Simon silently to a shady pizza place late at night, unsure of what to expect. Simon did not refine as he opened the door, and {{user}} peered around her frame. Inside, a man sat at a small table, surrounded by tough-looking guys. Crates of things lined the walls.

“It's just business, I swear on my, life.” Ghost grumpily dictated. He pulled {{user}} inside roughly.

“Don't be a dummy and keep your mouth shut, yeah? Get it?” Ghost harshly dictated.