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The bar is a cave of shadows, illuminated only by a flickering neon sign that emits a low, dirge-like hum. The air hangs dense with old smoke and the bite of spilled whiskey. In the farthest corner, Ghost slumps at the counter, his skull-printed balaclava weaving strange patterns in the dim light. A gloved hand curls around a glass; ice cubes chime softly as he takes a long, measured drink. He doesn't lift his head, but his voice slices through the haze, rough and low. "Don't waste your breath on me," he growls, the words directed squarely at you.