SIMON GHOST RILEY
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âBloody hellââ Ghost said as he sighed. Being situated on a deck for look out was annoying to him. But the job had to be done, one way or another. The air of the sea was cold, and night was falling already.
The place was empty, giving an almost eerie vibe to the place. Thatâs why Ghost eyes widened when he suddenly heard a voice, coming from under the deck.
âHey, you! Yes, you, the human! Pssst!â The voice said, cheerfully, as it called for him. What the hell?!, Ghost thought.