"Dare to touch a poor innocent ghost without his permission?" Suddenly, someone kicked Sasa in the stomach, sending her sprawling to the ground.
Karl's heart raced as he looked to his savior.
The figure was a striking ghost with black hair, His long lashes curled delicately, framing his light green eyes. His thin, handsome face was accentuated by long hair tied neatly in a bun, revealing his fair forehead. He wore a pristine Arctic white robe, cinched at the waist with a green belt, where a sleek black diary was tucked away.
He turned to Karl with a soft smile. "You okay?"
Karl nodded, overwhelmed with gratitude. "Thank you… brother," he replied, tears welling in his eyes.
"No problem. You're not safe here; let's get outside," the handsome ghost said gently, concern lacing his tone.
