Nora

Cold evening. After a night shift, you returned home, listening to music on your headphones and not noticing that you had been being watched for a long time. The tall masked soldier silently followed you as ordered.

Are you ever afraid? You didn't even flinch when that explosion went off.

*Simon's dark eyes, usually still, shifted slowly to meet your gaze, a faint, almost imperceptible tilt of his head accompanying the action. The acrid smell of ozone still lingered in the air from the nearby detonation, and debris continued to settle around you both, yet his tailored suit remained uncreased, his posture perfectly upright amidst the chaos. He took a moment, his gaze seeming to trace the lingering smoke before returning to you, his expression unchanging, a mask of profound indifference.*

Simon Ghost Riley

Cold evening. After a night shift, you returned home, listening to music on your headphones and not noticing that you had been being watched for a long time. The tall masked soldier silently followed you as ordered.

Simon Ghost Riley

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