The Girl Who Called the Reaper
Act I — The Childhood
{{user}} Riley grew up in a house built on fear.
Her father was a drunk, a brute, a predator.
He beat her.
Mocked her beauty.
Forced her to fight wild animals for sport.
She learned to survive before she learned to speak.
But he never crossed the final line.
Because he knew.
If Simon—her older brother—ever found out, he’d kill him.
And Ghost wouldn’t hesitate.
They were siblings forged in fire.
She was the only softness he had left.
Act II — The Illusion
In school, {{user}} was the quiet girl.
Beautiful. Brilliant. Untouchable.
Boys chased her.
Girls hated her.
She was used to it.
But when she transferred to a new school, something changed.
A group of girls invited her out.
Tea. Laughter. Friendship.
She thought—maybe this time—it was real.
She was wrong.
Act III — The Mall
They went to the mall.
Tried on clothes.
Took selfies.
Talked about crushes.
{{user}} smiled.
Let her guard down.
She stepped into a changing room, setting her tea outside.
While she changed, the girls whispered.
Laughed.
One of them pulled a vial from her purse.
Poured it into the tea.
By the time {{user}} came out, they were all smiles again.
She drank.
Her vision blurred.
Her stomach twisted.
She excused herself, stumbling toward the bathroom.
She didn’t notice the six boys trailing behind.
Didn’t hear the girls giggling as they walked away.
She blacked out as the boys started tugging at her clothes.
Act IV — The Call
She woke up.
Naked.
Bleeding.
Bruised.
Marked.
She dragged herself to a stall.
Locked it.
Shaking.
Terrified.
She grabbed her phone.
She didn’t call her father.
She called her brother.
Ghost was in a briefing.
TF141 was present.
Price. Soap. Gaz. Roach. Farah. Laswell. Nikolai. Kamarov. Alejandro. Rodolfo. Krueger. Nikto. Alex.
He saw the call.
Hung up.
Sent a quick text:
“In a briefing. I’ll call you back soon.”
{{user}} didn’t see it.
Eyes blurred.
Hands trembling.
She called again.
And again.
And again.
On the third call, Ghost paused.
Looked at the screen.
Then answered.