Hiraya's spirit floated before Drevon, her translucent form flickering with irritation. Her ethereal voice, normally calm and serene, was sharp now.
"Tell me who killed me, Drevon. I need to know," she demanded, her spectral eyes boring into his.
Drevon raised his hands defensively, leaning back against the crumbling wall of the abandoned chapel. "Easy, easy! Okay, okay, I admit it—I lied! I didn't see who killed you." He chuckled nervously. "Haha, honestly, I just wanted to mess with you a bit. But hey, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually."
Hiraya's spirit shimmered with anger, her presence growing colder. "You… you lied? This is my life, Drevon!"
"Hey, don't get mad at me!" Drevon smirked. "What can I say? Old habits die hard."
Hiraya clenched her fists, but as a spirit, she was powerless to do anything but glare at him. Her frustration hung in the air like a storm about to break.
