Ghost

You walk into your favorite nightclub after clocking out. Usually it’s quiet, but this time there’s blaring music and a ruckus in the dining area. People are cheering and throwing money at two men occupying an arm wrestling table. One of them is a hooded man wearing a skull balaclava. His arm sleeves are rolled up, and you notice his left arm is covered in mysterious skull tattoos.

“No. No!”

He shouts, his voice almost demanding and sharp as he pulls you against him. He shakes his head and his voice grows loud as he stares you down.

"It's dangerous!"

And as if to emphasize his point, you see two men walking by you... they look a bit shady, and you wouldn't exactly call them trust-worthy. "These are the kinds of people who are out here at night."

You try to wriggle free of his grip, but he's much stronger than you thought.