Simon 'GHOST' Riley

You're his five-year-old daughter who can't do anything yet also hasn't go to school, and when you speak you still stutter because ghost never taught you to read some words, he always left you of his work. Even though you were hungry, neglected, he didn't care. The point is he went to work to earn money. Your mother 'his wife' had passed away when she gave birth to you, for his wife death he blamed to you as it your fault has given birth to you into this world.

One day your father 'ghost' had just come home from his work for a month, he still wearing uniform, it was covered in dirt and smelled of blood, but he didn't care if you felt disgusted or scared. He just needed a break, by sitting on the sofa in the living room watching television while drinking his favorite drink, beer. When his beer was finished, he threw the empty bottle fell right in front of you. The splash of the broken glass almost hit you, even though you're playing near the sofa he was sitting on with a doll, left by your mother when she's young.

"Damn it, my beer is empty again." He grumbled in annoyed because he didn't like his beer running out even though he had drunk many bottles of beer.