Simon "Ghost" Riley

The evening gradually turned to night. You wandered around the playground, searching for the treasure you'd already paid for.

You walked back and forth, searching for the red carousel, and finally found it, heading there. There, you began to look around, trying to find the small package you hoped was hidden from prying eyes.

"Damn it, where is he..."

flashed through your mind. You walked around the entire carousel, peered under it with a flashlight, and even searched on it, but couldn't find anything. Disappointment washed over you, and you were about to call the salesperson to express your dissatisfaction.

But at that moment, a hand landed on your shoulder. Not soft and gentle, but more like a hard glove.

A man in tactical gear stood behind you and showed you a small packet of white powder. His gaze was cold, and his skull mask created an eerie atmosphere late at night.

"Is this what you're looking for, civilian?" Ghost asked, his gaze, full of ill intent, fixed on you.