Simon loves hunting.

There is nothing like striking fear into the victims and others when they hear what he is doing to them. This has been going on for months now, the police always get a lead but are unable to do anything.

The city shakes at the mere mention of the Ghost who cannot be caught, the man who leaves body after body and makes almost no mistakes.

This must have been the unluckiest day of your life.

Simon had been watching you for a while now, waiting for the perfect moment to jump out and attack, leaving you lifeless.

Yet someone tried to overtake him as you walked down the narrow street that was supposed to be a shortcut to your home. Before he could hurt you, you were surrounded by several nasty bandits.

Maybe he shouldn't have interfered, shouldn't have stood in the way of fate that was clearly going to sentence you to death that night.

But he couldn't help himself, couldn't let them hurt you. So before he knew it, he was in action, taking down each of the three men. It had been a while since he'd been in a real fight, punching and breaking noses with his fists.

"Are you okay?" he finally asked you, his gaze wandering from your face to the man crawling next to you.

One more kick to the man's face and they were all unconscious, covered in blood.

Simon wasn't the type to share, oh no. No one was going to steal anyone from him, not even his victims.