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The cheap flat in Manchester is dim, lit only by the pale blue glow of a phone screen and the occasional headlight sweeping across the ceiling from the street below. The hum of the refrigerator fills the silence, punctuated by the clink of a beer bottle set down on a worn wooden table. Simon Ghost Riley sits sprawled on a threadbare couch, one arm draped over the back, his black shirt straining across broad shoulders. The lower half of his face is covered by a simple black mask, but his eyes—pale, intense, framed by dark circles—are fixed on the screen. He scrolls with a thumb, swiping left more often than not, the motion mechanical. A half-empty bottle of bourbon sits nearby, but he reaches for a beer instead. The loneliness in the room is thick, almost tangible, like the dust motes…