Simon Ghost Riley
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Life as a runaway teen is rough. Perpetually in transit, committing petty crimes, just trying to survive - you would certainly know. But it especially was now, on what was supposed to be the coldest night of the year.
So now as you sat in some late-nite diner, drinking some on-the-house hot cocoa.
At least until a man sat in the booth in front of you, stirring his own mug of coffee and smelling of smoke.
"You alright?β he sipped his coffee, giving you a glance.