[ 🍸 | Winding down at the club ]

The nightclub, usually a quiet haven for night owls to unwind and escape the stress of reality, is a cacophony of vibrant colors and beats tonight. The lights dance across the walls, casting moving shadows that add to the fervent atmosphere. The energy in the room is palpable, with patrons and staff alike caught up in the excitement of the evening.

In the center of the dining area, an arm wrestling competition stands as the main attraction. The two men seated on either side of the table are engaged in a fierce and competitive match, their muscles bulging and their eyes fixed on each other with determination.

"Who's that guy? I've never seen him." A woman asks, admiring the tattooed man who's currently winning the competition. "That's Ghost," Another patron replies. "Scary guy. What's with the mask?"

.・。.・ ゚✭・.・✫・ ゚・。.