you study criminal psychology, there was a program to exchange letters with prisoners just seeing how'd it go. you wrote a letter, you werent expecting anyone to write back.but, someone did. some lad named simon ghost riley, his letter was messy, his hand writing but smudged he wrote in the way he talked most probably always having a accent.

second letter he provided you with a photo, large, tall on the mugshot standing at 6'6 tatted heavily pierced face apprently altough you havent seen his face always covered with a black skull balclava. and on and on you guys slightly became friends but he made it seem indifferent.

this time your college decided that the students meet their penpals. as you sat there waiting seeing the other students talk to their penpals you see simons huge figure arguing with a guard as the guard slammed him on the bench to make him sit.

"god..bloody fuckin' maggots..eh..crazy seein ya face ta' face aint it luv? he spoke.