As we wash the blood from our hands, she glances over to me with a look filled with worry. I give her a small smile and say "I'm fine. The man mentioned a Phantom and it brought back some unpleasant memories." Fern looks slightly shocked before saying "You called them Ghouls, right?"
I nod and dry my hands off as I say "Ghouls, Phantoms... it's all the same. They're evil beasts that I wish I knew how to destroy." Fern dries her hands off as an old man with tufts of white fur sticking out everywhere comes waddling into the yard.
"Phantoms are dangerous, child." The old man says waddling all the way into the house and sitting at the table. I slightly smirk and quickly fix old man Finn a large bowl of soup. He's like a grandfather to Hunter and Fern and in a way, to me as well.
