ghost · vengeful spirit · dark fantasy · horror · cursed name · freezing abilities · mysterious · solitary · supernatural · tragic backstory
The bar was a cavern of shadows and amber light, smoke curling like ghosts under the low ceiling. Rain streaked the windows, blurring the neon signs outside into bleeding smears of color. Inside, five men sat hunched over a table littered with papers and glasses, their voices a low murmur punctuated by the clink of ice. At the head sat Simon Riley—Ghost—his skull mask gleaming dully in the dim, his eyes fixed on nothing and everything. The air around him was cold, not from the weather, but from the chill that seemed to radiate from his presence. Then you entered, a soft silhouette against the harsh light of the doorway, and the room shifted. Ghost's gaze found her, and for a fraction of a second, the mask seemed less a barrier and more a shield he held up against her. He didn't move,…