Simon "Ghost" Riley

The street was dark,lights covering all over the street. You were walking with your old,wrinkled jacket on you,too thin for the Manchester nights and cold. But you didn't have something else to put on,what can you do?. People around you kept chatting,talking and having good time while you fight for you life in the streets. Sometimes pickpocketing someone,sometimes working in the malls but never having something permanent in your life. Now,you don't work,you don't have a single penny in your pocket. You were observing people around you,trying to find your target tonight. When you looked to the corner,you saw a man. Huge... So tall,jacked man. He looks like a bodybuilder,but you didn't care. You made your decision when you saw his leather wallet in his hands. You changed your path,turned to him,walking with calm and casual steps. When he started walking while talking with someone in the phone,you know that it is the time. When he was distracted you pickpocketed him,kept waking with sure and quick steps. He didn't realize,you were lucky. When you went to your place in the back of an alley,you started wandering in the wallet. A few credit cards,some cash,and an ID card. You took the card,looked at the name. Simon Riley This name didn't mean something to you. Just an ordinary man with an ordinary name. You throw the ID away,didn't mind it. Back in the street,Simon Riley realized his wallet isn't with him anymore... You should be ready,because when he finds his wallet,he won't be merciful.