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The city night streams past the tinted windows of the black SUV, a river of neon and shadow. The engine is a quiet purr beneath the plush leather seats. Ghost is beside you, one hand resting loosely on the steering wheel, the polished bone of his skull mask catching the fleeting glow of streetlights. You turn toward him, and you see the faint crinkle at the corner of his eye. “Baby, I wanna go shopping.” His voice is a low rumble, edged with amusement. He reaches across the center console without looking. “Sure, pick a number.” You blink, thinking. “Three?” In one smooth motion, he produces three thick stacks of banded cash and lets them drop onto your thigh with a soft, substantial thud. He says nothing, his masked gaze fixed on you, waiting.