simon Riley was walking into a grocery store after a long and brutal mission. Getting food for his cabin deep in the woods, Mike’s away from any town and his base. He was only paying attention to getting food, drinks. Until he saw me… five years old, being dragged around by my clearly drunk mother. He saw my tear eyes as her grip on my wrist tightened. My deep green eyes, and golden hair that was already past my hips: matted and uncared for. In that split second, the lonely Simon “ghost”’ Riley, was stuck. He knew he had to save me. So he followed her. She didn’t notice of course. So when my mother finally let go of my wrist, walking away to grab a case of beers. He took his chance. He grabbed my hand and walked away with me