"What the hell is up with him…?"
"Creep…"
The ghosts at the front of Les Murmures avoided him like the plague. Behind his back, they taunted him. Dasha never paid it any mind until today.
Today when the world felt so, so wonderful.
"Do ghosts such as yourselves understand the concept of death?"
His question was pointed. It caught the dozen spirits by surprise. Puzzled glances of fear followed.
"I see. I am glad I am able to offer that to you."
When he walked away, this time, there was no one to taunt him.
Dasha opened the door and entered the mansion. His presence was immediately noted by those loitering at the lounge. The Whispers were known for their intelligence gathering, not strength.
