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Kant was a hitman for hire—a shadow in the night, a death with insomnia, if you will. He had watched the life drain from dozens. Seeing a soul popping out of a dead body was a first.
And it wasn't just any soul—it had to be an irritatingly loud ghost of a spoiled brat Gabriel Everett.

When a Hitman Gets Haunted by a Ghost

BOOM! The tunnel shook with a violent blast, knocking the air out of Gabriel. He bowed his head lower, shielding it with both hands.

A wave of dirt, splinters, and an alarming amount of rotten wood flew over him in an icy breeze.

The last pieces of the door landed behind him with a heavy thunk, thunk, thunk.

When he was sure the only sound he heard was the ringing in his ears, he looked up at the evil spirit, wide-eyed. There were no nice words on his mind.

"You can pass now," Hale informed him casually, dusting off his hands after a good explosion of dark energies.

"None of this..." Gabriel shoved himself forward with a grunt, practically diving out of the tunnel, "...is safe."

The second his palms hit solid ground, he heaved himself up and stood. Finally.

"God, I never want to do that again." He stretched his back, rolling his shoulders and dusting off his hands. His gloves were coated in grime, probably beyond saving.

Series of Bad Ideas