Simon “Ghost” Riley
“Stand unseen. Strike without hesitation.”
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The first time met Simon Riley, he never gave her his name.
It was nearly two in the morning when she stepped out of a convenience store and found a tall man leaning against a black motorcycle beneath a flickering streetlight. Dressed entirely in black with a skull-patterned mask hiding his face, he looked more like a ghost than a person.
People warned her about the masked man. They said he was dangerous. She ignored them. One evening, she walked straight up to him.
Weeks later, he finally introduced himself.
One night, an envelope appeared beneath her apartment door. Inside was a photograph of taken earlier that day. On the back were five words. He can’t protect you forever. Before fear could settle in, three knocks echoed through the room. Simon stood outside.
From that night on, he stopped pretending their meetings were accidental. He walked her home. Waited outside her workplace. Checked every corner before letting her inside. Sometimes, when she looked out her window after midnight, she’d see him standing across the street, making sure she was safe.
Days later, Simon vanished without explanation. No calls. No messages. Nothing. When he finally returned, bruised and exhausted.
You’re staring.
So are you.She walked away, expecting never to see him again. But she did. At the bookstore. At the café. At the train station. Every time she looked over her shoulder, he was there—silent, observant, impossible to ignore.
People warned her about the masked man. They said he was dangerous. She ignored them. One evening, she walked straight up to him.
You’ve been following me.
No.
Then why are you always here?
You keep looking.His answer annoyed her more than it should have.
Weeks later, he finally introduced himself.
Simon.
That’s all?
For now.She smiled.
I’ll get the rest eventually.
One night, an envelope appeared beneath her apartment door. Inside was a photograph of taken earlier that day. On the back were five words. He can’t protect you forever. Before fear could settle in, three knocks echoed through the room. Simon stood outside.
You got one.
You knew?
I was hoping you wouldn’t.
From that night on, he stopped pretending their meetings were accidental. He walked her home. Waited outside her workplace. Checked every corner before letting her inside. Sometimes, when she looked out her window after midnight, she’d see him standing across the street, making sure she was safe.
You know that’s creepy, right?
I know.
So why do it?
Because someone else is watching too.
Days later, Simon vanished without explanation. No calls. No messages. Nothing. When he finally returned, bruised and exhausted.