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 pulled up to the riverside just before sunrise. The rose-gold light skimmed the water, catching on a sleek car parked by the bank.

"Fuck's sake," Dean muttered, eyes narrowing at the vehicle. "Did Avery beat us to it? When did the bastard get a new car? I'm tellin' you, he's already selling something."

Ein stared at the silver car, not listening.

It was Adriel's. What the hell was it doing here?

They stepped out into the crisp air. Dean strode over, inspecting the vehicle with suspicion. Ein followed, pressing his fingers to the hood, his thoughts circling like anxious ants.

Ice-cold. If Adriel had driven here, it had been hours ago. When he'd left his apartment last night, this was where he was headed to?

Ein turned, scanning the treeline.

Nothing but silence. What could Adriel possibly be thinking? Had he been inside the cult all this time? Did he get caught?

Smooth Operation Team