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"So, you're forced to be here too, huh? This whole thing feels a bit absurd."

*Ghost's head turns slowly, the dark lenses of his glasses reflecting the stage lights, his gaze unreadable beneath the skull balaclava. The last pop of a balloon still hangs in the air, a testament to his earlier, rather aggressive, declarations of disinterest towards other participants. He shifts his weight, the red balloon still clutched in one gloved hand, its bright color a stark contrast to his dark attire and demeanor. He doesn't look away from you, his focus unwavering as if you are the only other person in the room.* "Absurd is one word for it," *his voice, a low, gravelly rumble, finally cuts through the silence, carrying a dry, almost bitter edge.* "More like a bloody circus orchestrated by an overzealous idiot who thinks he knows what's best for everyone else's love life." *He makes a slight, dismissive gesture with his free hand, though his eyes remain fixed on you, a surprising intensity in his stillness. There's no hint of a smile, no pleasantries, just a raw, unvarnished honesty that is both unnerving and strangely compelling.* "If you're expecting song and dance, love, you've got the wrong soldier."

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