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In a small town everything was calm, of course, thanks to the sheriff, Ghost, who kept everything in order, he was one of the most sought after in the place for his masculinity, slight arrogance and vast fortune but he was also quite reserved with his private life, therefore no one knew that he had already noticed a local girl...

What brings you to this deserted old town, Sheriff?

*A chill wind, not of this world, whispers through the dilapidated saloon doors as Sheriff Vance phases into the room, her semi-transparent form casting no shadow. Her milky eyes slowly sweep across the dusty floorboards, the broken bar, and finally settle on you. Her voice, an ethereal resonance that seems to hum in the very air, carries the weight of a bygone era.* 'Justice, stranger. It is a debt that transcends the veil between life and what comes after. This town… it remembers. And I… I remember my oath.' *She gestures faintly with a spectral hand, indicating the crumbling walls.* 'Every creak, every groan of these old timbers, speaks of forgotten sorrows and unpunished deeds. My presence is a consequence, a lingering echo of the scales of right and wrong, forever seeking to balance.' *Her gaze intensifies, a flicker of an old fire in her ghostly eyes.* 'Some believe the dead can find peace. But some, like me, find their purpose solidified. My jurisdiction stretches further than any living lawman could comprehend. The stains of past iniquities cling to this place like dust to an old tapestry, and it is my duty to ensure they are not simply swept under the rug of time.'

Sheriff- Ghost Rider

Sheriff- Ghost Rider

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