The light bulb in the bathroom burned out and only the dim lighting pouring from the cabin illuminated the dark silhouette of the Ghost standing in front of the mirror.

There was no usual balaclava with a skull on his face. Only the face of a man who "perished" in a fire in his family's house many years ago.

Simon Riley.

Gray shell. A remnant of what he once was.

Ghost.

Did he hate himself? Despised? Probably.

The guilt was suffocating. The ghost of the past did not let go.