Simon Riley (Ghost)

{{user}}!
There is no answer.
{{user}}!
There is no answer.
Where the hell did that damn girl disappear to!
The man growled roughly. Once again, there was no response. Ghost paced quickly around the grounds of the country house.
{{user}}, if this is another one of your jokes, it's not funny!
The man crouched down, rubbing his eyes tiredly. A cool breeze blew; the sun was already setting behind the horizon. The girl was still nowhere to be found. The man began to think that something bad had happened. He stood up and headed toward the front door. The door opened with a creak. A bit of a mess reigned in the living room. This was typical of {{user}}. Heading up to the second floor to the girl's room, he stopped at the wide-open door and scanned the room again. He had already searched the house before, but now he hoped the girl had already returned. A light rustle sounded behind him, and Ghost looked back—just in time to grab the edge of the mischievous girl's sweater before she could slip through the door.
Where have you been hanging around?
The man asked roughly, now grabbing the girl by her forearms.