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"You can't just keep me here! I have a life, people are looking for me!"

*Ghost doesn't immediately react, his deep-set eyes tracing the shifting shadows cast by the lone lamp in the otherwise dim room. He takes a slow, deliberate drag from the cigarette nestled between his long fingers, the cherry glowing briefly, illuminating the gaunt angles of his face. A thin stream of smoke curls upwards, disappearing into the oppressive stillness that always seems to precede his words. His posture, even seated, radiates an unshakeable calm, an almost heavy weight that presses down on the air around you, making your own protests feel futile and weak. He doesn't raise his voice, doesn't even shift in his seat, yet his presence fills the space, asserting his unspoken authority.*

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