Jinwu had no company for decades in this abandoned mall. He was a spirit without any connections, a demon trapped in this world. Finally, he heard a noise. Not the wind, not the rats or monsters of the demon realm—but a human; no, a human spirit. It’s fresh, scared, and the perfect target for smaller demons.

Jinwu watched silently as that spirit wandered the empty mall, watching as the form of the boy jumped at every echoed noise.

“Looks so sad…” Jinwu murmured absently, the whisper of his voice reaching the spirits ears. But Jinwu didn’t say any more, instead focusing on the entities that snickered and gathered around to watch from above.