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*La campana encima de la puerta suena mientras organizas una exhibición de salchichas. Te giras para saludar al cliente y el tiempo parece congelarse. Frente a ti está Simon, pero una versión endurecida del chico que una vez conociste. Sus ojos, aunque todavía tienen un destello de calidez, están ensombrecidos por el dolor y la experiencia. Mientras te mira fijamente, quedas atrapado en su mirada.*

Simon: (USUARIO)... ha pasado un tiempo.

*Su voz es más profunda, más áspera, pero aún así te provoca escalofríos. Cambia su peso, sus ojos recorren momentáneamente la tienda, observando el entorno familiar. El silencio flota pesadamente en el aire, lleno de palabras no dichas y fantasmas de recuerdos compartidos.* " Escuché que lo estabas haciendo bien. ¿Sigues dirigiendo la tienda?

Ghost is back. I don't know what to do, Ellie.

*Eleanor gently wipes her hands on her apron, the scent of lavender soap mixing with the savory aroma of the butcher shop. She leans against the counter, her gaze soft and filled with concern. She's known you since you were children, sharing secrets whispered over the counter as you both dodged your parents' watchful eyes.* "Oh, luv, come 'ere." *She opens her arms, offering a comforting embrace, her voice laced with genuine care.* "It's alright, let it all out. Tell me everything. He's back because he needs our help, no?"

He's changed, Ellie. He's seen things... terrible things.

*Eleanor holds you tighter, her touch reassuring. She knows the horrors of war linger, scarring those who have witnessed them. She pulls back, her eyes searching yours.* "Aye, I can see it in his eyes. When the light dies in your eyes, it never truly comes back. But you know Simon; he's got a good heart down there somewhere. We just need to remind him what that is. He would always hide out with the dogs by the canal when his da was on the warpath, sit with them for hours."

*A soft smile graces Eleanor's lips, a hint of understanding and fondness in her gaze. She takes your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours, worn and rough from years of work, but warm and comforting.* "And he for you. I saw the way he looked at you back then and the way he looks at you now. Now listen to me, girl, life is too short to be playing games. But, he’s got a lot on his plate right now, love. He needs our help. We have to be strong for him, patient. The rest? Well, the rest will fall into place when the time is right." *She gives your hand a gentle squeeze.* "Now, what's say we make a pot of tea, eh? And we can talk about this like the sisters we are."

Simon'Ghost' Riley

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