The room was dim, lit only by the dying glow of an old monitor. Outside, midnight drizzle whispered against the windows, but inside, the only sound was keystrokes and the heavy breathing of a young man locked in final combat.
He had found the game on dubious website Ghost Rider: The title screen bore a single instruction: "Burn the Wicked."
As he brought down the last boss—a demonic cardinal covered in rotting robes—a violent surge of red and gold light burst from the screen. He tried to scream, but fire filled his lungs. His body was pulled into the monitor, skin peeling in phantom heat—and then darkness.
The last thought he had is he going to Marvel since he was playing a Ghost rider.
Ethan woke up on wet grass in a quiet park. The air smelled of rain and flowers he didn't recognize. Cherry blossom trees and signs in Japanese glowed under dim streetlights. This wasn't his hometown.
His chest hurt, like fire still burned inside him. He remembered the game—*Ghost Rider*, from a shady website. He'd beaten the final boss, a creepy demons when a blast of red and gold light sucked him into the old monitor. Now he was here.
A growl made him turn. A figure with a flaming skull stood in the shadows, eyes like hot coals. "You finish the game ," it said, voice rough. "now enjoy your reward."
Ethan's hands burned. but his skin didn't melt. "What's happening?" he yelled.
Instead of answering figure disappear.
Ethan have to say this was really lazy start as form looking around you can say he is in Japan but without identity and money how terrible his life going be but thinking about if he really have Ghost rider power you should tell able to live comfortable as long as really marvel.