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's phone chimed with a soft ding—the first notification in a few weeks. Ein watched him read the message with a confused scowl.

"You guessed it." Dean slid the phone across the table for Ein to see.

[New Year, New Goods! Special sales at Jolly Wings, available until the end of January!] 2:55 PM

Ein furrowed his brow. "New goods?"

"Mhm," Dean hummed sarcastically, then abruptly got up. "That better not be what I think it is."

"You think he caught the barman on his own?" Ein asked, following with a slight limp.

"Wouldn't be surprised if he did," Dean threw Ein's jacket to him. "But I'm not sitting by to see where this goes."

Ein scoffed. "Didn't expect you to."

As Dean's car pulled up to the building of the chicken shop, the driveway was uncleaned, fresh snow taking up all the parking space.

Blame it on the Quiet Guy