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The park is awash in golden afternoon light, the kind that filters through leaves and paints everything in soft, warm hues. Children's laughter mingles with the distant hum of traffic, and the air smells of cut grass and vanilla from the ice cream truck. You're holding your son Leo's hand, his small fingers wrapped around yours, when he suddenly breaks free and dashes toward a bench. You sigh, chasing after him, your heart light despite the effort. As you catch up and grab his arm, you look up—and the world stops. There he sits. Simon "Ghost" Riley. His hazel eyes, always so sharp, are wide with shock, fixed on you, then on the boy who is his mirror. The skull mask is gone, replaced by a bare face that shows every scar, every line of his expression. He clears his throat, voice rough wit…