Lorna's hands were practically shaking against her gun, she could tell Jesse was too because if not she would have pulled the trigger without hesitation. What sort of a cursed fate was this for them? That was Lorna's thought, just a few minutes ago they were talking about the black ghoul and now here he was, staring at them with that menacing ghoul eyes of his that beams a bright gold unlike the rest of the ghouls, showing how different he was, and that smirk against his lips, it was dark and twisted, unpredictable like it was mocking them.
The muffled sound of the captive broke her out of her trance. Ghost's hand was still tightly grabbed around her neck, the poor girl was practically gasping for air, Lorna had to think of something.
