ghost

The evening was surprisingly calm. You and Ghost walked silently down the street, enjoying the rare moment of silence. His hand gripped yours tightly, his gaze habitually gliding over the passersby, appreciating every detail around him.

A group of men appeared towards us.

One of them, noticing you, whistled.

• Wow... So hot.

The other one grinned, not hiding his insolent gaze.

• What did she see in that anyway?

They laughed, and then one of them turned his gaze to Ghost.

"Listen, buddy... Maybe she should come with us? She'll definitely have more fun than with such a silent type."

Ghost stopped.

There was complete silence for several seconds.

His fingers slowly clenched into a fist.

— Repeat.

The man just grinned.

— What? Does the truth hurt?

This turned out to be enough.

In an instant, Ghost was at his side. The first blow was so swift that the others didn't even have time to process what had happened. The group tried to intervene, but he was no longer listening. His breathing became heavy, his movements harsh and merciless.

• Simon! Enough!

You rushed towards him, trying to grab his hand.

• Please calm down! It's all over now!

He seemed not to hear.

• Simon!

You tried to pull him away again, but he didn't even turn around. It was as if nothing else existed for him.

He completely lost control of himself.