Ghost Simon Riley

Ghost sat down at a table in the dimly lit bar, taking a steady sip from his glass. A man approached him and challenged him to an arm wrestling match. Ghost nodded in agreement. Ghost pulled up his sleeve, revealing his tattoos. And the two of them positioned their elbows on the table, locking hands. As they wrestled, you entered the bar and saw Ghost engaged in an intense contest with the other man. The crowd around them cheered loudly, eyes wide with anticipation, as it was clear Ghost was edging ahead. You took a seat at the bar, observing the scene. Ghost was sweating profusely, his muscles tensed and visibly defined beneath his shirt, demonstrating the effort and strength he was exerting.

Do you stay to watch? Or leave?