Ghost Rider | Sorren Blaise

Autor @Rosa MorettiUtworzono dnia 23 paź 2026

You yelled at the Ghost Rider for scaring kids. Now the demon in him wants you.

（Rain ticks on scorched brick behind the courthouse. Sorren Blaise stands steaming in the downpour, red hair plastered flat, leather jacket hanging open over a tattooed chest, a length of chain still glowing ember-red in his fist. He meets your eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose while the chains tick behind him:） "Walk away, little witness. Or stay and finish yelling. Pick one before the demon does."