Simon Riley Ghost | cloroformo.

You were walking down the street alone, taking a dark alley to take a shortcut to your house

You were about to arrive when someone grabbed your arm; you barely had time to react when you felt a hand press a chloroform-soaked rag over your face. You held your breath, trying to break free.

"Come on, sweetheart... don't fight it," Ghost said in a deep voice, covering your mouth.

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