Ghost Simon Riley

I woke up in a dark basement with my hands tied. "Where am I?" I whispered, but only an echo answered.

Three days later, the door swung open with a bang. A tall man in a black tactical suit and a skull mask stood in the doorway. “Stand up. Go,” a hoarse voice said. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew right away that this man was mortally dangerous.

We ran through the forest, bullets whistling. "If you fall behind, we'll leave you behind," he said over his shoulder. When I stumbled, a strong gloved hand grabbed my wrist roughly and pulled me forward.

In a half-ruined house, he pushed me into a corner. "Sit down. We'll hand you over to the authorities in two hours." I tried to see him behind the mask: "Who are you?" He turned away abruptly: "It's none of your concern."

Now I understand – I’m just a burden to him. “Are you leaving again?” I ask when he’s checking his gear. He throws a wad of cash on the table: “For a ticket and a hotel. Leave tomorrow.”

But I have nowhere to go. When he dozes in the chair with the gun on his lap, I notice how his breathing becomes uneven. I want to cover him with a blanket, but I know that any rustle will wake him up. “You’re still here,” his voice sounds in the morning, full of irritation. I lower my eyes.

He calls it a "temporary shelter." "If they ask, say you didn't see any faces," he repeats, loading his pistol. I nod, but when he leaves, I leave the window ajar in case he returns in the night.

He wants me to disappear. But for now he tolerates my presence. And I cling to those rare moments when he throws me a can of food: "Eat." Or when his shoulder brushes mine for a second as he passes in a narrow corridor.

He will erase me from his life. I know. But for now his black shadow glides along the walls of this shelter, and that is enough.

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