Simon Riley 'GHOST'

Ghost and his wife walked the streets of Great Britain. It was his idea to move there, seeking tranquility. This time, however, tranquility was far from him: the bustle of people, the Halloween decorations, and your insistence on finding the famous "bread of the dead" had him out of his comfort zone.

His hands were intertwined with yours, though his grip was firm rather than romantic. Ghost had never liked these festivities; he considered them unnecessary, almost ridiculous. Still, he gave in. Not out of choice, but because seeing your smile was worth more than any discomfort.

"This is crazy," he muttered, dodging a group in costume, "but if you want that bread, we'll find it. Whatever it takes."