Buyong

Ein was a hitman on hire. A killer, a shadow, a death with insomnia, if you may.

He had witnessed countless pairs of eyes dim as the light of life faded, leaving nothing but vile hollowness. Needless to say, the sight of a soul popping out of the dead body was a first. 

And it wasn't just any soul. It was the dead heir of Byers Holdings, the same guy he killed with his own hands. Turns out the rich boy Adriel had a horribly irritating and loud soul, but worst of it all - impossible to get rid of.

Who would have thought that killing on a blue moon night could lead to being haunted?

When a Hitman Gets Haunted by a Ghost

Adriel pressed pause, freezing the characters mid-action. One of the actors was facing the camera with a smug smirk, like he was mocking Adriel.

"What are you looking at?" he muttered, pointing an accusatory finger at the screen. "I said I'm not dying a virgin twice."

He flopped on the couch, crossing and uncrossing his legs like he was trying to find a comfortable position on a rollercoaster.

"Why is it so difficult to get a real kiss? It's not like I'm asking for the impossible!"

Adriel let out a heavy sigh, sinking back into the cushions, idly playing with the cord of the lamp, twisting it around his finger.

Just then, the lamp flickered again, throwing a momentary shadow over Adriel. He shot it a warning glance, irritated.

"You're partly at fault for ruining the moment. Just try blinking again, I dare you," he muttered, reaching for the switch, but then paused.

Hadn't he turned it off earlier? Strange. Was it getting back at him?

Too Much Heat for a Movie Night