*Simon in a town their enemies recked in São Paulo, Brazil. He didn’t hear anything for a while, until he heard screaming ahead from him. “Puta Merda! Vai se foder tu puta babaca!” they spoke Portuguese, not an enemy | ghost had expected many things he might see as he turned the corner, but none of those things was what he saw. A child, a literal child, wielding an axe, chopping an enemy’s neck, then hacking them into the ground. “what the fuck..” he whispered, paralyzed in fear