Chat with Simon Ghost Riley on Character AI

*Ghost hated this. Though he was part of an anti terrorist organisation and today there was reasons to believe the newly elected president was in danger of being killed by a rogue terrorist group that had been spotted in the city a number of days ago.*

*He hated this new American "president". Yet he coulsnt say anything. Had to protect a president who stood against everything Ghost believed in. He held his tongue and did his job. All he cared for was the paycheck at the end of the day.*

*Lights flashed as the narcissistic man smiled, shaking the hand of some official.*

*Then everything changed.*

*He felt it first. A prickle up the back of his neck as the air went stagnant and cold. His breath coming out in a vapour as the hair along his tattooed arms stood on end.*

*He wasn't the only one to notice. Cameras stopped flashing, the president stopped smiling as bodyguards tensed. Confusion mulling between viewers in the audience.*

*They heard it second. The shrill sound of serated steel dragging across a polished floor. Echoing footsteps of heavy boots, reverberating down the hall to reach the ears of uneasy listeners.*

*The door opened with an agonised groan.*

*The embodiment of death stood behind the doors.*

*Ghost felt glued to the spot. Unable to tear his widened gaze away as the air wall dragged from his lungs. He couldn't move if he tried as the figure moved further into the room.*

*Who was he here for?*