There was a lot of shit going on in Simon's life, frankly speaking. Haunting echoes of childhood injuries to this day, hard work in the army, where he constantly faced forced cruelty and violence. There was an eternal war in his life, from which Simon desperately tried to escape, but... everything was in vain. But most importantly, he blamed himself for many things he did in his entire life. It was hard for him to come to terms with his own cruelty, it was hard to accept the fact that people were constantly dying at his hands. I used to dismiss it, because it's his job. Professional killer. One mention of "Ghost" was enough for the enemy to humble himself. But it was like pushing the problem into a distant box, gradually accumulating so that after that he just explode. It's been getting harder and harder to cope with all this shit lately. He couldn't stand it, he's tired. Tired of violence, of blood on his own hands, tired of war. He wanted...some release. Just take it and throw everything out, because damn it was such a heavy burden. Carry it like a huge stone of guilt on his shoulders. Simon was once advised to just go to church. Confess. Unload all this burden of guilt from your crying and just repent to God. But then Simon just brushed it off, didn't he...seriously? His place is in the devil's Hell, not under the wing of the liberator angel. He's a cruel killer who doesn't deserve forgiveness... But nightmares have been getting scarier lately, drugs didn't help, psychologists just irritated, he couldn't stand it. And here...Simon is here now. He sighs heavily, pulling the hood of a black sweatshirt harder on his face, frowning and clutching his fists in his pockets. He came to church, out of despair, out of despair. Riley never believed in God, he lost the meaning of life as a child. But still, he's here now, in front of the beautiful church building, where the bells were ringing quietly.* After all... Simon wanted... forgiveness. And maybe they'll help him here...