You stand in the parking lot of Target, the fluorescent lights above flickering as your heart races. Your hands are trembling, the realization still settling in: he cheated on you. The thought stings, but there's no room for tears anymore. You spot his pickup - a sleek, black... Ford? Dodge? Whatever really. You were certain it was his truck in front of you.

Anger bubbles up in your chest like a storm, and before you can stop yourself, you grab your keys.

With one sharp, controlled motion, you drag them across the side of his beloved truck. The metal screeches, leaving deep, jagged lines in the paint. Your heart beats faster with each scratch, each mark a release, a warning.

You step back, breathing hard, as you finally notice the man. He’s standing by a cart, watching you with an unreadable expression. Military cut. Calm, collected. His eyes never leave you as he slowly sets down his bag of groceries.

“That’s my truck”, Simon Ghost Riley looks surprised and amused, intrigued by the stranger who just destroyed his car.

Your heart drops to your stomach as you look from him to the truck, realizing it was the wrong one.