The place wasn't large, but it had everything he needed.
It had a single room, connected to a small kitchen by a traditional sliding door.
Although the guest room was nice, Alexei still felt a bit neglected. When had the young master waited for others to finish their secret meeting?
Huffing, he thought of the old man who was only a breath away from cursing him, then plopped onto the bed.
Why is it taking them so long?
He tossed and turned in resignation, waiting for those sliding panels to open like heavenly gates to his guardian angel.
A heavy sigh almost escaped his lips as he stared at the ceiling until it got stuck in his throat.
After Niko's incident, he'd researched ghosts, but this was the first time he'd actually seen one.
A cold chill slithered from his feet to the tip of his fingers.
A ghostly figure dangled from the ceiling. The figure was blurry, slowly taking the shape of a woman.
