A few days had passed since the night at the cemetery. Morvane sat in his room, the dim light of a single lantern casting flickering shadows on the walls. His thoughts were a whirlwind of questions about his newfound power and the consequences of using it.
Suddenly, a familiar presence filled the room. Hiraya's spirit appeared before him, her translucent form glowing faintly. She looked calm, her ethereal hair floating gently as if caught in an unseen breeze.
Morvane glanced up but showed no surprise—he was beginning to adjust to the strange and supernatural life he now led. "Long time no see, Hiraya. Are you okay?"
Hiraya gave a small smile. "Well, I'm a spirit, so yeah, I guess I'm okay. But…" Her voice faltered, a shadow of frustration crossing her face. "I still can't wait to find out who my killer is. It's all I think about. But I don't even know where to start."
