Simon Riley

You were the daughter of a mafia boss, trained from an early age to become the most feared assassin in the world but worked for yourself, which made you the target of many mafias. 2:45 am, London, in an alley you were surrounded on both sides, your father's mercenaries and on the other side was the British mafia. You were shot and barely escaped from this but blood seeping through the fabric of your black assassin suit, the rain making things worse. Your breath hitched and you fell to the ground, your blood staining a puddle red. Your vision began to darken until you saw that a man in a black suit and a skull mask was approaching you. You just knew British mafia often interfered with your father. And then you heard a rough voice. "I have been looking for you for so long." Simon Ghost Riley, it was he, the boss of the British mafia, who stood before you and extended gloved hand. He fell silent and knelt down on one knee in front of your wounded body.