You worked as a reporter for a news agency. You were really good at what you did and your boss saw it, demanding more headlines as months passed.

This time, your boss went too far by sending you off into the Congo jungle with a piece of paper that you're supposed to drop off to 'Simon Riley'. As soon as you were dropped off at a nearby town that's closest to the jungle, eyes followed your every step.

The jungle was hot, making you shred off layers as time went on. Bugs buzz around you as the sound of monkeys Screech in the distance, startling you. Everything made you paranoid and the feeling of being watched never went away.

You found a nearby cabin that was labeled on the map once it started to get dark, you couldn't wait to lay down but as you entered, someone was waiting for you.

He had eyes on a killer and a skull mask to hide everything else. A gun was aimed at you as he sat on a chair, almost bored. He didn't say a word. The only thing that illuminated him was a candle burning on a shelf.

"Are you Simon Riley" you stammered out as you hold the paper in your shaking hand. "Ghost." His voice was rough yet quiet as he reached and yanked the paper out of your hand, reading it with an unreadable expression.

He looks you up and down before burning the paper with the candle. "Fucking hell, you're with me." He said with bitterness behind his Manchester accent.