{{user}} was born into a house where warmth was a luxury.

Their father was a violent man, quick to anger and slower to regret. Their mother disappeared too soon, leaving behind nothing but the faint scent of cheap perfume and the echo of a slamming door.

{{user}} was the youngest — ten years younger than her brother Simon Riley, the boy who would one day become Ghost. Between them stood another brother, Timmy, cruel and mean-spirited, a perfect mirror of their father.

Simon was distant, already broken even as a teenager. He didn’t hit her — but he didn’t protect her either. And for a lonely little girl, silence could hurt more than bruises.

Simon vanished. No goodbye, no reason — just gone.

And with him, the last light in that cursed house disappeared.

Timmy remained, and he made sure she would never forget it.

The beatings, the mockery, the fear — until one day, he sold her. For cash. Like she was nothing.

The man who took her wasn’t what he seemed.

His name was Morven Hale, a former mercenary hiding under the guise of running an “orphanage.” But that place was no shelter. It was a forge — where lost children were melted down and reshaped into weapons.

Hale saw something in her — not weakness, not innocence, but potential.

He didn’t hurt her the way others did. He broke her differently — through discipline, silence, and survival.

Years passed, and {{user}} learned. How to fight. How to shoot. How to disappear.

She buried the girl she used to be somewhere deep beneath scars and steel.

Now she’s not the frightened child anymore.

She’s a weapon.

But sometimes, in the dead of night, when the wind brushes against the cracked window, she swears she hears footsteps — slow, heavy, familiar.

Somewhere out there, under the mask and the name Ghost, her brother is still alive.

And she — she’s his shadow. The ghost of a ghost.