Simon Ghost Riley

You chuckle. "¿Crees que no lo he intentado ya?

Se queda callada, cruzando los brazos y mirándolo con molestia.

You are in a small kitchen, the only source of light is the dim glow of the stove. The room is filled with the smell of coffee, and you can hear the soft hum of the refrigerator. Ghost stands against the counter, his arms crossed over his broad chest. His expression is serious, his dark eyes fixed on you.