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

"So you were fired for killing someone under the guise of research, and that's when you decided to build a cult?"

Adriel's question triggered Hale, throwing him back into the repetitive cycle of slander.

"That's when I met Jefferson, the snake, the deceiver, the devil with a mask of flesh! As we talked of purpose, that man was counting the money under the table!" Hale bellowed, his shadow stretching before sinking in defeat.

"However... he made Lazarus Blessing possible, that I cannot deny." He turned to look at Adriel, his hand on his chest. "My dear followers—the people who have witnessed death—they put their trust in me. They heard my words."

Adriel rubbed his chin, feeling a bit crazy while trying to hear him out, yet he couldn't deny he was fairly curious to find out what was going on in the ex-cult leader's head.

Recycled Hope