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

The last thing Dean remembered was dodging a sharp punch from the quiet guy. The sour stench of sweat and the taste of blood still clawed at his lungs.

He couldn't remember how far in the fight they were. How long had they been fighting for? Was it over?

Dean furrowed his brow, his eyes straining against the bright light as his consciousness returned. When he felt someone touching his arm, he jerked up. The realization hit him like a truck—he'd passed out mid-fight.

The shout shot a sharp jolt through his ribs, making him wince and clutch his side.

A feminine voice with a steely tone scolded him. "You shouldn't move. Lie back down."

Caught off guard, Dean slowly reclined, noticing the soft blankets covering his legs. A woman in teal-blue scrubs was inserting an IV needle into his arm.

Passed