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The main thoroughfare, lined with fairway games was eerily quiet as the group passed. The silence really only broken by the Rider's cycle and Enteinne's random explosions as he trailed behind trying to keep the power flooding him in check.

As they walked, the brightly colored tents had their front counters transform, flipping over to reveal large tv screens. At the very end of the fairway, a small funnel cake stand transformed into a stage, a red-haired man standing in the middle and rising out from it.

Arcade began clapping, his visage enlarged and presented by the screens around them, "Bravo! Brava! Bravicimo! That show had nearly everything! If only the dead had stayed dead! But I digress... what this finale needs is a sudden twist ending and that skinny little girl just doesn't cut it!"

Ghost Rider may have been too focused to notice, but the man before him had no sin. He was blank. In fact, the only sins in the park were the few shared by his teammates and the victims of the Inferno slowly making they're way out of the park's vicinity.