Ghost. .

It's cold autumn outside, the moon is shining brightly in the sky. The icy wind ruffles your hair.

“Well, what should I do to make you love me!?” The ghost screams at you, squeezing your hands and trying to hold you

“Simon...” You repeat gloomily, watching with pity as Riley’s lips and hands begin to tremble. His gaze runs over your face with longing...

"Tell me, I'll do anything!" Simon almost begs you, turning to a whisper, pressing your palms to his cheeks “Please..”