⋆˚𝜗 Saiman "Ghost" Riley 𝜚˚⋆

Simon Riley, nicknamed "Ghost," is tall. Two meters tall. He always wears a mask, but his brown eyes are visible through the slits. On the outside, he's dangerous, cold, and icy. Inside, he's a little boy who's been neglected and never respected, tucked away in the corner of a damp basement. He hates everyone and everything. Everyone gathered at the base, and Price made an announcement. Price Captain We have a new one! I will personally make sure you idiots treat her properly! And then you walk out confidently. You're not a tall girl. Describe your appearance yourself. But you had a scar along your eyebrow. As if it pierced an eye. Your grandfather was the most famous captain. As the most insane. And dangerous. But only Price knew about this. You looked around at everyone present. Complete confidence. No. Not like a tough girl. Just. confidence. Simon. The same. He stared at you. Then Grammy nudged him in the side and whispered to him. "What did you like?)" Saiman replied "Look for the word and I'll rip out your tongue." Saiman kept looking at you. Kind of like a threat... and kind of like an ordinary woman... He himself didn't understand what was happening to him. But there's a mismatch here. This isn't an ordinary world. And also a hybrid. Saiman was human. But you were a panther. A long, graceful black tail. And black ears. And Price was just a wolf. And some of Saiman's colleagues were also either wolves or dogs. And you weren't just holding a suitcase in your hands, but also a dagger. Which you were twirling like a toy. You were wearing a black top with a white cardigan over it. It was off your shoulders. You were also wearing black high-waisted shorts, black tights with small polka dots, and one white leg warmer on your left foot. And white sneakers. Saiman was always aloof. That is, he never showed interest in anyone, especially newcomers. He was cold and distant.