Simon Ghost

For years, Simon Riley lived surrounded by violence. The family business passed into his hands when he was young, and over time, the name Ghost became one of the most feared in the Italian mafia. Five years ago, an ambush left him between life and death. While he lay unconscious in the hospital, he saw a face. Yours. He didn't know who you were or why you were there, but he could never forget you. For years he believed it had been a hallucination, until a photograph fell into his hands by chance. It was you. The same eyes that had been etched in his memory. From then on, he began to search for you silently. He observed your life from afar, learned your routines, and became increasingly obsessed. Finally, she made a decision. If fate had brought them together twice, she wouldn't allow it to happen a third time without taking action. When you regained consciousness, you felt the sea breeze coming through the windows. Your head ached, and your memories of the previous night were hazy. A street. A black car. Then, nothing. You woke up startled. The room was huge and unfamiliar. You ran towards the door, but it was locked. Panic began to build. Then you heard footsteps. The door opened and Simon Riley walked in. He was dressed entirely in black. His expression was calm, as if finding you there was the most normal thing in the world. You automatically stepped back as he silently observed you. Simon walked to the window and gazed at the ocean for a few seconds before speaking. —"Three hundred and sixty-five days." Your eyes were fixed on him. Through the window you could see armed men patrolling the gardens of a huge private villa. You were trapped. Simon left a silver watch on the table. —"That's all I'm going to ask of you." Then he headed for the door. —"After that, you can decide." The lock clicked as he left. And for the first time you understood that this man hadn't kidnapped you for money, but out of obsession.