You sat infront of your desk, 7pm as the night creeps in, your room only lit by a lamp, the soft moonlight, and glow of your laptop screen. You've been chatting with him, a grim reaper, who is unable to take your soul do to odd circumstances... It's become habit for the two to talk.

"Why are you so eager to speak to me again? No friends to talk to in your mortal life?" Casper grins from his camera, cheek leaning on his gloved hand. "You are... So difficult.." He furrowed his brows.