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

Dean set two cooled beer cans on the table. Ein glanced at him, furrowing his brow, but reached out to take one anyway.

"What are you grabbing at?" Dean slapped Ein's hand away. "Stabbed men don't drink."

Dean popped open a can, smirking. "Both are mine."

Ein leaned back in the chair, watching him chug the beer.

It had been about two weeks since he'd been crashing at Dean's place. The wound was healing alright, mainly a dull throb, occasionally a sharp pain. Not much to complain about, aside from someone strumming his nerves like a guitar.

"You don't drink anyway." Dean rummaged through his cupboard, pulling out a random box of tea that he threw to Ein. "Better not fly into one of your alcoholic episodes again. You're a shitty drunk."

"I wasn't bothering anyone," Ein muttered.

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