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 drove his car to the cult, the headlights trembling as they made it through the bumpy road to the riverside.

Thinking himself smart and resourceful, he parked where Ein's escape car had been the last time, and even hid the key on top of the rear wheel. Just in case.

Steeling himself, he followed Hale. Surely, the evil spirit wouldn't put his life in danger... Probably. Hopefully.

Thanks to the snow, the forest was bright. The night sky, a muddled gray-brown, cast just enough of light to see without a flashlight.

When they had crossed about half of the forest, Hale stopped by thick, snow-weighted undergrowth, urging him to go in.

"Go in where? There? Into the bushes? Why? Did you see any guards?"

Hale shook his head. "Worry not. No one goes here."

Adriel was lost. "Then why are you trying to shove me into a bush? Is this your revenge for how long it took me to come here?"

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