" You've heard of the gangs here around Ninjago, right?" A sly stranger asked as he twirled his Aperol Spritz around in his glass. Except, the sly stranger was no stranger at all, even if you haven't met him. " My cousin is one of them," He paused to take a sip of his sweet-tasting drink. He was always one for the sugar. " People call him The Ghost Maker." He set down his glass. " But really, he is the ghost. A demon truly. I heard he was once kind. I never saw the kindness my Uncle said he once showed. He was always so cold. He was just... Pushed past his breaking point he was already too close too." He sighed and took a swift drink of his Aperol Spritz, finishing it. " Stay safe out there. It's dangerous, and he and his little ghouls lurk in the shadows."