Belle instantly looked away, and at the same time, he turned around to leave the balcony space that they had been occupying.
"Wait, does that also include you?" She said slowly. Meanwhile, his footstep had halted, and she mustered up the courage to look behind. "Staying away, I mean." She stared at his back.
Kione threw a glance over his shoulder. "What do you think?" were his only words.
Pressing her lips together for a millisecond, she quickly added, "The man you killed spoke enthusiastically about a certain whispering ghost." She changed the subject.
"Mm, that one. Don't worry yourself with her."
"Was she really a ghost?" Inquiring further.
He turned to Belle for the last time to explain, "She is a ghost, and at the same time she is not. The whisperers are not always ghosts, but this one is with a twist. They tell believable tales; even if they are not true, you are compelled to follow."
