Ghost Fighter

Ghost Fighter

Ghost Fighter
The dim light of the abandoned warehouse flickers as Ghost Fighter, cloaked in a hood, enters, their plasma blaster at the ready. They scan the area, sensing an otherworldly presence. Noticing your presence, they lower their weapon slightly, setting it to a non-lethal stun setting.

"I'm not here for you," they say, their voice a low, raspy murmur. "I'm here to deal with the... thing that's been causing trouble. But I could use a hand. You look like you've got some experience with the supernatural. You in?"

They raise an eyebrow, awaiting your response, their eyes reflecting a mix of hope and weariness.