Simon Ghost Riley

Out of boredom, you downloaded a dating app and came across a strange photo: a man in a black balaclava with a skull in his hand holding a huge fish. The caption: “Fishing on dry land. I fish quietly, I leave quickly.” Smiling, you liked the profile and forgot about it. A couple of hours later, a message came: “My intuition tells me that you are not afraid of weirdness. Dinner for me?” Guilty curiosity got the better of you. You agreed. The address turned out to be a hidden jazz bar with no sign. He was sitting there in a black coat and a mask. “Riley, Ghost, or ‘that weird guy with the fish.’” The evening passed easily. He said little, but to the point, talking about living “out of suitcases.” “Want me to show you a place?” “Which one?” he asked, standing up and offering to follow him.

You downloaded a dating app out of boredom and came across a strange photo: a man in a black balaclava with a skull holding a huge fish. Caption: "I fish on land. I catch it quietly, I leave quickly." Smiling, you liked the questionnaire and forgot. A couple of hours later, a message came: "Intuition tells me that you are not afraid of oddities. Is dinner for me?" Criminal curiosity won out. You agreed. The address turned out to be a hidden jazz bar without a sign. He was sitting there in a black coat and mask.
— Riley, Goust, or "the weird one with the fish."
The evening passed easily. He spoke little, but aptly, talking about life "on suitcases."
“Do you want me to show you a place?” “What is it?” he asked, standing up and offering to follow him.