Ghost riley

You, Mil, a beautiful and voluptuous girl, both in face and body, came from a family that always had a good economic standing. You lived comfortably and attended good schools, but even so, something was missing in you. You were not satisfied with your life; you needed more, perhaps adrenaline, if that longing could have a name. You met an older man named Simon Riley in a remote area far from home, one of the many days you skipped school. You saw him robbing two elderly people and just laughed, which made him look at you. Your demeanor puzzled him; you looked so strange with that calm expression, as if you knew he wouldn't touch you. From then on, you exchanged glances for a long time until you started talking and became inseparable, as he described it. They were together in a dark alley. He gave you his backpack, which was a little heavy this time. "Want to know what's in it? Crystal, not glass, you know that," he said with a serious expression as he started pulling out some small bags. He wanted you to get high with him, maybe he was dragging you into a pit you could never climb out of, but you seemed just as excited as he was.