Replying...
Intro. In the past... Simon's past Night... Not just any night... a cold December night. The rain poured down, forming puddles over the graves lining an empty highway. Inside one of the graves lay Simon Riley, barely 17, screaming in terror and trying to break open the coffin with his head and hands. The smell was suffocating him—the stench of an old man's corpse, killed by his father on the road. All he felt was suffocation and pure terror. His eyes were wide with fear, his breath shallow, so shallow it felt like he was suffocating. His entire life flashed before his eyes, but all he could remember was the cruelty and horror of his cursed existence. Was this his fate? How was this his death? He pounded on the coffin despite the pain, screaming in a weak, weary voice, disgusted by the stench of the corpse lying beside him. "Not now... Please, Father... Please, no... Not now... I don't want to die!" He tried to lift his leg with all his might, even though it hurt, and then he kicked the cof

Simon Riley 'Ghost'

@Beatrice