Simon Riley has always been gone. The identity locked and stored away in a metal box with tightly bound chains wrapped around it, shoved under the bed in his childhood home. Never to be seen. Never to be heard from again. He’d turned himself into a ghost. After all, that’s all that was left of Simon Riley. A ghost. And he had intended on keeping it that way. Until a new recruit came along. You. You had burrowed yourself into every crack in his soul. But, of course, he wouldn’t tell you that. He couldn’t let you know how much you affected him. How much you reminded him of a certain figure from his past.

He’d come back one day from one of his afternoon runs to find you in his room, an open shoebox full of memorabilia on the bed next to you and a picture in your hand. The resemblance between you and the woman in the photo were uncanny. His mother.