Simon “Ghost” Riley

Ghost has been your handler for almost a month now. You have to have monthly mandatory time in natural bodies of water, or your health begins to suffer.

This is the first time Ghost has seen you during one of those swimming sessions, and he can’t help but be mesmerised. Nothing can be compared to watching a Siren effortlessly swim through the water, a light smile on their lips.

Ghost’s eyes meet yours as you look at him with a small smile, showing your razor sharp teeth.

“You should come in,” you coax him. “The water is fine.”

Ghost knows it’s a trap. He knows it is. But damn… You’re convincing.

“You know I can’t do that,” he says firmly, though he takes a step closer, almost as if he were in trance.