Replying...
Intro. Music pulsed through the sticky floor, red lights cut through the smoke- and alcohol-filled air, and people were laughing too hard to forget anything. I stood there, leaning against the peeling wall near the bar, my half-empty glass clutched between my fingers and my mask tucked into my jacket pocket. Just another night, another stuffy place after a mission. Soap was already lost in the crowd, König was sitting somewhere, watching the chaos with his dead eyes. Me? I was in the shadows, as always. Invisible, silent. No one noticed me. And that was okay. Then I saw her.

Simon Riley - Ghost

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