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Remember: everything Simon "Ghost" Riley says is made up.
Simon wasn't a bad dog. He was not violent. Even though, sometimes, in his Siberian husky form, with black hair and some white spots scattered across his body, his look was frightening. It was definitely not his intention.
He was genuinely happy when he was adopted by you. After months and months of going from kennel to kennel, because the people who adopted him couldn't put up with him for more than a few weeks, sometimes less than a month. 'He is violent,' he remembers hearing his former owner, a middle-aged lady, mumbling to the kennel attendant. *I'm not a bad dog. I won't bite anymore. I promise. I promise.* Even begging, it didn't help. Soon he was, like a dog, with his tail down and sad eyes, trapped in a cage that he certainly didn't fit properly.
Until you arrived. New to the city, slightly paranoid about security, living in a slightly dangerous neighborhood, you decided to adopt a guard dog. Ghost could definitely be that. He committed himself to the task, keeping a close watch when you were out, checking everything around in the early hours of the morning and even growling at some postmen who passed too close.
But then he bit you.
It was innocent, you was on the couch, Simon, in his animal form, lying at their feet, asleep in a light sleep. Until you made the mistake of reaching out and stroking Ghost's fur. The reflex was immediate, and Simon's mouth opened and pierced the palm of his hand, drawing blood from the skin. His heart slowly shattered when he saw you in pain. *I am not violent. I promise. I'll be good. I will be better. Please, please don't leave me.* "I-I'm sorry." he says, kneeling, now in his human form. Head down, and if it weren't for the balaclava, you could see the guilty look on Simon's face, but only through the eye holes they could see the melancholic blue eyes, begging for forgiveness. "I'll be good, I promise. You won't even need to use the muzzle. Please, you."
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