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“Who we are does not matter, what matters is that the Wolves will die tonight!” Zephyr huffed, produced out his sword, and quickly sprinted towards him. “Ha! Do you not know where you are? I am Ghost! You will not be spared tonight!” he replied. Seeing Zephyr rush over, Ghost steadied himself. “Wolf’s Howl!” Ghost howled, with that the attack started. Even though he looked barbaric and unruly, he was very careful. Seeing how many of his men had been slaughtered, even if he did not know who Zephyr was, he knew he was formidable.

Complementing it were his high nose bridge. This ghost looked every bit like a businessman. His attire fuelled that suspicion. Maybe he was one before his death. His poker face expression was an A plus. Maybe it was the fact that he was a ghost or it was just his deadly pale lips or his ashen body that made his whole face which lacked expression, deadly.

" Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that. "But you can see ghost duh!” I said with full of sarcasm. "Yep. If it's a real ghost, and are you scared in ghosts? Opps.. you’re a ghoster remember?" And my crazy friend laughed as if she wasn't a ghoster too. "Wow am I the only ghoster here? You too" I muttered to her. "Hmm Aeshe whats the feeling of being ghosted?” she asked me out of nowhere. "Did you see the guys who cry when we are leaving them? And to see a guy crying with just a week of flirting with them it would have been a lot of pain that it caused them to cry like that." I said to her.

"The makeup that works for humans doesn't work well for ghosts. Soft, natural looks rarely hold up on dead skin. We want to highlight your strengths and showcase what makes you unique. "From a powerful, commanding vibe to a vintage look, sweet-and-cool style, icy elegance, or retro flair, I'll guide you through several options so you can find the one that suits you best." "And of course, don't forget skincare. Ghosts love being out at night, but staying up late is terrible for your skin. Try to stick to a healthy sleep schedule whenever you can."

He has a scarf covering the lower part of his face, hiding his appearance from view. The hacker ran his face through biometric data and I watched as the image shifted, running through multiple faces until a clear image of a bald guy was shown with green electronic words displaying ‘matched’ across the image. The hacker pulled up the image of our suspects on the big screen along with his information. Name: Fernadez "Ghost" Navarro Alias(es): Ghost, El Humo, F.N. SSN: 607-45-9823 DOB: April 12, 1991

“How was your night?” Setting down his empty cup, Ghost lifted the left side of his lips in a grin that flashed his canine. The way he sat there, attention glued to my face, made me think he was actually invested in my reply, which made no sense considering Ghost and I weren’t the friendliest to one another. I froze. Surely they couldn’t know that I’d seen them having sex. They were both so into it—so into each other—that it was impossible. It was impossible, right?

“Haha! Do you think what you are? Your wife is never as good as my wife! Never!” “You dare disparage my wife, don’t you? Do you want to fight? “I’ll never fight with you. Pure will disparage me if I do that. The elderly will never fight with urchins!” “...” Pure was very uncomfortable because of their argument. She called the maid next to her: “ Go there and find the reason why they scream too much like that because they ruined the face of our Galaxy Trade Union.” Not only the Galaxy Trade Union’s face but also her face.

I say, sitting next to my brother, and Wyatt nods, shrugging his shoulder. “I hope the guy didn’t stay alive to tell the tale,” Wyatt says, and I shake my head. “He is alive, barely,” I say, shrugging it off. Ghost was extremely proud and happy because of the bets. Everything was against me, and he bet on me, so he won so much money he couldn’t even count it properly. “Can we talk about the reason we are all here on a Sunday evening?” I let out, and Wyatt nods. “I’ve got intel for you,” Wyatt says, passing me a folder. I frown as I see a picture of a man I have never seen before in my life. “Recognise the guy?” he asks, and I shake my head.

One by one, the results populated the screen. Three profiles. Only three. Ghost blinked. “That’s… weird. I expected more.” Finn frowned. “Me too.” Cedric leaned in. “Who do we have?” Ghost pointed to the first profile. “Hector Marquez Jr. Age thirteen.” Cormac snorted. “Not him.” Ghost clicked the second. “Hector Marquez III. Age three.” Cedric rolled his eyes. “Definitely not him.” Ghost opened the third file.

He then spoke, pointing at Ghost, who by the way was still bouncing around in the flowers. Oh crap, I totally forgot about him! I mentally slapped myself, then turned to the side, “Oh my god, Ghost, get back here!” I shouted at the crazed husky. “Ghost?” The guy instantly asked confused. “Yeah, she’s a total Game of Thrones fan,” Kara explained giggling. “Oh...” He mumbled, while I was still looking at Ghost, who was heading towards me, but suddenly stopped in his tracks and started howling like a crazed wolf.