"You bastard!" The ghost roared, his voice echoing in the dark room. James glanced at him and saw a towering figure with a face covered in scars and tattoos. He wore a leather jacket with a white rose emblem, the mark of the notorious gang that terrorized Drawsbury town. The other gang members cowered behind him, clutching their weapons nervously. The ghost clenched his fists and bared his teeth. "This is your last chance to surrender, or I'll crush your bones and drink your blood." he snarled.James laughed mockingly. "You're the one who should surrender, or I'll break you into pieces." he taunted. He felt a surge of adrenaline and confidence, ready to unleash his new potential on the ghost.The ghost's eyes widened with fury. "How dare you speak to me like that, you little fly? Do you know who I am? I'm the Ghost, the first of my kind, the leader of the White Rose Syndicate. I'm the crusher of bones, the drinker of blood. No one crosses my path or they will pay with their lives. Jo
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