Gotham City Police Department.
The night was gradually fading, and crime receded with the darkness. After a bustling night, Gotham City had finally quieted down.
Gordon, the police commissioner, sat in his office, sipping coffee as he leafed through the documents in his hands.
"Ghost Rider..."
"Why would someone like him suddenly come to Gotham City...?"
Aside from a few photos of Yang Bo after his transformation, all the desk held were brief statements from four police officers.
But there was hardly any useful information. No... there was one thing: he possessed a Healing Potion that defied understanding. Still, considering that he himself was a skeleton wreathed in blue flames...
A question suddenly occurred to Gordon. Why hadn't he felt there was anything strange about the other man being a skeleton wreathed in blue flames?
"Something's wrong. He has the ability to influence other people's perceptions."
At that thought, Gordon's frown deepened.
Even now that he had noticed something was wrong, he still subconsciously felt that a skeleton wreathed in blue flames was perfectly normal.
He took out a pen and wrote on the document.
[Cognitive Interference]
With a creak, the office door opened. Gordon looked up in irritation, but aside from the open door, there was no one in sight.
A moment later, however, the door swiftly closed before his eyes and locked itself.
Gordon stood up, nearly knocking over the chair behind him. Suddenly remembering something, he composed himself and asked quietly, "Ghost Rider?"
"Commissioner Gordon, we meet again."
As he spoke, Yang Bo deactivated his Invisibility, but instead of appearing as Ghost Rider, he revealed his original appearance to Gordon.
He unceremoniously settled onto the sofa in Commissioner Gordon's office, looked around, and teased with a smile, "Commissioner Gordon, your office is much smaller than Wayne's. Hmm...