In the midst of a tranquil forest, a clamorous sound of a gunshot echoed.

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Somewhere in the middle of the woods where the trees were as tall as the shortest skyscrapers and the roads were as paved as an off-road track, stood a modest house, both in size and design.

With a mix of wood and cement, the house sat firmly on a medium-sized clearing in the forest.

The house stood alone, with nothing but trees and other vegetation around it. Not a single other house was present as the path that could barely be called a road ended at the entrance of the house.

Inside the house, two people could be seen sitting and just staring at each other.

One man wore sandals, knee-length cotton shorts, and an oversized t-shirt. He leaned back on the comfortable bamboo chair, sipping pitch-black coffee occasionally as he glanced nonchalantly at the other human in the room.

Sitting in front of the man was a woman that wore an all-branded outfit. Starting from the diamond pendant that adored her neck to the waxed alligator leather high boots on her feet, everything about her told everyone how expensive she looked.

However, despite her glamorous and overwhelming outfit, her current attitude couldn't be any different than what she wore.

Beads of cold sweat dripped on her forehead and dampened her back. The light brown coffee in front of her was completely untouched, getting colder and colder the more time she ignored it.

She stood upright as her eyes only stared intently at the man in front of her and cared about nothing else.

"Sir… Please… I beg you… Can you please undo it…?"

As if not hearing a single voice entering his ears, the man yawned and took another sip of the coffee that looked as if it was made of pure darkness.

'I can't understand how you guys like to drink this.'

The man was seemingly speaking to someone else, but with him only thinking the words, there shouldn't be any answers given back to him.

However, a voice, one that sounded heavy and felt even darker than the coffee the man drank, suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

'I don't know either. Maybe you can come and join us soon so that you can find out for yourselves?'

Raising his eyebrows and giving a death stare to his right, where there were nothing but cupboards and a wooden desk filled with big cup-sized statues, the man said again in his mind.

'For the hundredth thousandth time, no. I don't want to die anytime soon. Not yet at least. You dead people should really fix your palette and change your diet.'

Shaking his head, the man continued, 'Can you at least make it sweet for me? I know you folks do that a lot to the people you half-possessed.'

'No, it will take too much energy to temper anything related to you.'

'Tch.' After clicking his tongue and shaking his head for the last time, the man returned his eyes to the woman in front of him.

Seeing the glance she received, the woman hurriedly spoke once again.

"Sir… Please… I don't want this to continue… Please stop it…"

Seeing the man in front of her was unmoved by her words, she continued, "I… I will pay any amount you want, so please, just undo the he-"

Knocking his knuckles hard to the table between the two of them, the man stopped the woman from speaking any further before he finally spoke out loud for the first time ever since the woman came inside his house.

"I've told you before. What you had decided before would not be able to be changed."

"You want me to help you make someone fall head over heels for you, right? I already gave it to you, what else do you want?"

"Coming out before with a wide smile on your face and even ignoring my stern warnings."

"And now, you suddenly want to undo the hex. What do you think I am? A person capable of doing magic by just flipping my hands around to make things come true? Are you crazy?"

The man's tone rose several notes at the last couple sentences, his eyes staring right at the woman's eyes, the loud voice that came out of his mouth literally resounded throughout the house, making the woman tremble as more cold sweats appeared on her.

'You could technically do that, you know? You can even ask me to erase the ghost you sent if it didn't want to cooperate.'

'Shut up big man, of course I can do that.' The man had almost broken his current facade facial expression when he had to answer the rhetorical question in his head, but he managed to keep his act very real, making the woman shut her mouth tight and not daring to utter a single word.

'Sure, we could cancel the hex anytime, but do we want to do that?' The man asked, staring at the empty air beside him.

'No.' The deep voice instantly answered.

'Yes. A devious woman that stole another's husband just for his money didn't deserve any kind of mercy.'

The woman started panicking as the silence continued to linger inside the room. With each passing second, the more her unrest grew and the more she couldn't keep the calm facade that she had tried very hard to keep.

Without even caring about her looks or pride anymore, the woman banged her head on the table as she tried to kneel on the floor.

Despite the loud bang and the cut on her forehead, the woman didn't even care as she hurriedly pulled her head back behind the table so that her forehead could touch the floor and fully kneel down on the ground.

'Yup, that's it. We're sending her out. Please help me a little, man.'

This time, without giving an answer to his mind, the chairs and tables that stood in the room suddenly trembled altogether. Forcing the woman who was committed to kneeling until her request was granted to look up.

The spoon that she used to stir her coffee suddenly shot upward, moving so fast that it even stabbed itself into the wooden ceiling of the house.

The woman followed the spoon that somehow moved by itself, and her eyes finally landed on another pair of eyes, one that didn't belong to hers nor the other man in the room.

Instead of the usual eyes of a human, the pair of eyes that looked at her exuded a suffocating feeling, one that made it hard for her to breathe.

Her whole body froze as the black eyes that didn't have any white part on them stared down at her. Her mind blank as nothing but the black pair of eyes filled her entire being with horror and fear.

Before she could have any trouble breathing, a loud, thundering voice resounded inside her head, shouting only a single word,

"LEAVE!"

Right after the word was said, the eyes and the overwhelming pressure that she felt disappeared as she regained control of her own body.

The second she felt her air coming into her chest and she could move her own limbs once again, the woman didn't even dare to say a single word as she scrambled out of the room, barely able to keep her feet from tripping and falling onto the ground.

She ran outside the house as fast as she could and slammed the door shut behind her, not wanting to stay even a second longer after what she had just experienced.

"Haa… That was quite annoying, but also satisfying." The man released a sigh as he stretched his body on his bamboo chair, unaffected by the event that had just happened.

'Lucky that I only need to materialize my eyes.' The deep voice sounded in the man's head once again.

'I don't want to spend too much energy on something unnecessary.'

"Why though? Don't you usually do this as a hobby?" Looking at the ghost that stood beside him, Farrel didn't even bother trying to look at the ghost's eyes as the ghost in question was about 6 meters tall, even taller than the whole house.

The ghost's whole body was covered in black fur from head to toe, and his black eyes that scared the woman were colored red right now, the natural color that ghosts the same type as him had.

After staying silent for a few seconds, his voice once again resounded in Farrel's head, 'I don't know… Something doesn't feel right.'

'The roaming ghosts in the forest also seemed a little different today. This couldn't be just some sort of coincidence.'

Right as the huge ghost said that, a knock was heard on Farrel's closed door.

"Hmm? I don't remember having any more appointments today. Who might it be?"

Going ahead of Farrel, the huge ghost leaned forward, which was the equivalent of peeking outside of the ceiling, and saw the unknown guests first.

Farrel nonchalantly walked towards the door as he prepared to hear another ridiculous request from the people that came to him.

But at the last moment before he opened the door, the huge ghost's voice resounded once again in his head and made him abruptly halt his steps.

'Farrel, they brought some nasty stuff in their pockets.'