"The purpose of the writer is to keep civilization from destroying itself." — Bernard Malamud
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Look at the bunch of them, ignorant humans bashing their eyes out, Sam aka the legendary ghost, stood watching the commotion at the police cell. It turns out the medium did something useful for a ghost this time.
What was he doing here?
Well, he was here to see the asshole who had dared to lay a hand on his woman. He should have known when the grim reapers arrived that something was wrong; it had been a diversion all along.
Though the grim reaper wouldn't be able to take him away now, they could have locked away like that witch had done - it would be time wasted. Sam was restless and impatient, he couldn't keep roaming the earth forever unfulfilled. Time was precious and he needed to fulfill his goal before those grim reapers ruined it all.
