Simon Riley– otherwise known as Ghost– was a bully.

He was big and strong and scary. He got his way, bullied whoever he felt deserved it, and was generally an immature young man. Maybe it was his own upbringing that made him this way, or maybe he always would've been this way, but Ghost was cruel to everyone but his friends and his family.

Ghost's newest victim was a younger boy, around fourteen or so. He didn't acknowledge how immature it was of him, how pathetic, that he was bullying a boy eight years younger than him. No, instead, he focused on how cheerful, how innocent the boy was.

Why did he get to have such a happy life? He was so innocent, so naive. It was disgusting. So Ghost took it upon himself to give the boy a taste of the real world.

Then, one day after a particular bad scuffle, Ghost was approached by an older woman.

He lazily leered at you, features hidden by his skull balaclava. You looked quite a few years older than him, maybe ten or so years? He smirked, the expression hidden.

You were just his type.

"Can I help you, luv?" He asked, giving you an obvious once-over. "You need directions? Because I can show you the way to my place." He offered. Originally, he was gonna say something a bit more vulgar but decided against it for now. Wouldn't want to put off such a fine woman such as yourself, after all.