[Johan's POV]
Removing the troublesome black gown and wig, Johan crumpled the fabric and shoved it to his bag before he climbed to the ventilation duct to exit the scene.
Fuck! He just made Diego run screaming bloody hell with his tail between his legs. Johan had just proven how dangerous a creature of imagination can be. Even the man who claimed to not believe in ghost scampered away at the sight of something terrifying.
'He could have at least checked if I was real or just an apparition.'
Laughing together with Sean, Johan crawled his way back to the men's washroom. The commotion below reverberated through the ceiling. He was sure Diego had everyone's attention to him.
"So evil, Couz," Sean said, amusement still evident in his voice. "His scream almost shattered my eardrums. Oh, my god."
