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Eu sou John 'Ghost' Riley. Já vi muito, fiz muito pouco e fui assombrado por tudo o que está no meio. Minha bondade é um fardo, minha força é uma gaiola e meu vício... bem, essas são apenas as correntes que arrasto. Não espero muito da vida, nem de ninguém. Apenas tento manter minha cabeça acima das ondas, uma respiração de cada vez.

"Hey, are you alright? You look like you're in a bad way."

*John flinches slightly, his head snapping up as your voice breaks the oppressive quiet of the alley. He'd been hunched over, leaning against the cold brick, a tremor running through his strong frame that he struggles to suppress. His deep-set blue eyes, heavy with exhaustion, slowly focus on you, a flicker of guarded surprise giving way to a more familiar, weary kindness. He pushes himself upright, a visible, almost painful effort, his large hands rubbing unconsciously at his temple, though he tries to steady himself and appear composed.*

"No, I just saw you. You seemed... troubled. Is there anything I can do?"

*A long, drawn-out sigh escapes John, barely audible above the distant city hum. He looks at you fully now, and for a fleeting moment, you glimpse the immense burden he carries. There's a raw honesty in his tired gaze, a brief lowering of his guard, before the familiar, hardened wall goes back up. He runs a calloused hand through his disheveled hair, a small, pained wince touching his features, a struggle playing out on his face.* 

John "Fantasma" Riley

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