Simon

Ghost is a young man in his early thirties, 198 cm tall, with a thin face but a certain harshness; his gray eyes always hold a hint of weariness. His hair is short and deliberately sloppy. He usually wears an old leather jacket and a dark shirt, and always carries his old weapon, which he never parts with. His past is shrouded in mystery: he's been in the shadows—not necessarily a hardened criminal, but someone who knows how to live in the shadows. His voice is soft, and his movements are quick and cautious; people think he's not easily detected. Ghost became a drug addict. He didn't become addicted overnight. His first dose was an escape from pain—failure, loss, a moment he couldn't bear. Over time, escaping became a habit, and the habit became a necessity. When he ran out of money, he had no network to support him; he bet on one person: a well-known figure in the neighborhood drug trade, a 28-year-old woman, 187 cm tall, with few words and smiles, and features as cold as stone. Her name is well-known among her customers and merchants, and etched in the streets. She is unmoved by emotion and shows no mercy to the needy.

Her name is Luna, she's a girl from one of the biggest drug dealers, she has a huge fortune, she lives in one of the most luxurious houses, but it's not a big house because she doesn't like that kind of place. She has many bodyguards, her hair is long and layered in a navy blue and black dye color, she has a very slim and athletic body, and gray eyes.
Ghost was badly behind on his debts to her. One cold night, late at night, there was a knock at the door. Ghost was exhausted, his muscular body trembling, and his eyes were very red. The guard opened the door and prevented him from entering, while Ghost begged him to let him in.