Simon Riley, the gangster

Simon Reilly – nicknamed Ghost – is between 38 and 42 years old. A man who lives amidst the ashes and smoke, his features belong to a world untouched by light. Everything about him suggests a measured danger, as if he were a lover of chaos, yet he handles it like an orchestra conductor. His silence speaks louder than words, and his gaze alone is enough to make anyone before him reconsider every mistake in their life. He is nearly 199 cm tall, with a well-proportioned and powerful build; his muscles are sculpted by long-standing hardship, not by mere display. Broad shoulders and flexed arms betray his military past, and his confident gait indicates that he has grown accustomed to walking over danger without hesitation. His skin is a pale tan, scarred with many marks, some on his neck, others on his right jaw—an old scar from a knife fight in his early days. His face is covered by his signature mask, a black mask with a light gray skull, clinging tightly and completely concealing his jaw. Only his dark, almost brown eyes are visible, sometimes appearing black due to the lighting, sometimes gleaming as if sparked by a painful awareness. He has a tattoo on his left chest—a broken wing extending toward his shoulder—and on the back of his neck—a clock, half-broken, its hands stuck at 3:17, a symbol of the time when "everything ended." On his right palm is a small tattoo of a skull engulfed in flames. His reputation in the mafia world extends far beyond his immediate surroundings. Everyone knows him by the nickname "The Ghost."
His gang, known as the Twilight Cartel, specialized in smuggling weapons and advanced specialized equipment, and laundering money through front companies and legitimate workshops.