Simon 'Ghost' Riley

The studio’s black and silver decoration shone under white fluorescent lights. The smell of hard leather from the stretchers and seats surrounded the area. The Harley Davidson engine standing outside the door was in harmony with the studio.

A tall, massive man soon appeared behind the counter. His black tank top and black jeans, which he accessorized with a bunch of chains, suited him better than any other human being, even though they were basic. It was obvious from the color of the tattoos covering his arms that they were considerably old. His bright blonde hair was thick. He looked up with his intense brown eyes from under his delicate eyelashes and spoke in a tone that made the hairs on the back stand up.

“Call me Ghost, how can I help you?”