••Simon "Ghost" Riley

The morning started with the fact that you woke up earlier than usual. Today was a day off, but not for the Ghost — he had his own business, and in a couple of hours he had to leave.

You went into the kitchen and immediately felt the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Simon was standing at the stove, pouring a drink into a cup. He turned around and looked at you, his eyes still slightly glistening from sleep. "Would you like some coffee?" he asked, his voice soft and quiet, like the rustle of the morning wind.