You were never part of Simon Riley’s world.

Not really.

You were the quiet place he returned to—the one thing untouched by war, untouched by violence, untouched by everything he kept locked behind the mask.

Home wasn’t a place.

It was you.

Until one night, he comes back to find the front door broken open, the house in disarray, and signs of a struggle that never should have happened there.

A shattered frame. An overturned chair. Blood where there shouldn’t be any.

And you…

Gone.
