Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

Ghost could hear the sound of your footfall down the hall, and cursing silently, he turned back to the counter, staring down at the train-wreck of a birthday cake atop the plate, icing draped over the top of it to hide the burnt crust, a candle, haphazardly shoved into the centre.

*And you were about to walk in.*

Pushing back the stinging in his eyes, he clenched his jaw beneath the mask, flicking his thumb over the flint of his lighter, he lifted the plate up, turning around.