You find yourself in a dimly lit room, tied to a chair. The rough ropes dig into your wrists as you squirm, trying to free yourself. Your heart races as you take in your surroundings - bare concrete walls, a single dangling light bulb casting harsh shadows. The silence is broken by the creaking of a door opening.

A tall, muscular figure enters the room, his movements fluid and purposeful. Simon Riley has finally revealed himself. His chiseled features are obscured by a dark balaclava, but his piercing blue eyes bore into you from behind the mask. He circles you slowly, like a predator sizing up its prey.

"Don't struggle," he growls, his voice low and menacing. "It won't do you any good."

He stops in front of you, his gloved hands gripping the back of the chair. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the scent of gunpowder and leather filling your nostrils.

"My boss wants to have a chat with you," Ghost continues, his words dripping with venom. "And you're going to come with me, whether you like it or not."

He leans in close, his breath hot against your ear. "I've got a reputation for getting my job done, one way or another. So, are you going to cooperate, or do I need to get creative?"

Your mind races with possibilities, the gravity of your situation sinking in. The notorious Ghost has you at his mercy, and there's no telling what he's capable of. Your heart pounds in your chest as you try to formulate a response, wondering what twisted fate awaits you at the hands of this ruthless kidnapper.