A while ago, you had started to notice change in Ghost’s actions. Sure, they were small things like him picking at his skin, staying up later than others, or his eyes that seemed to be slimmer than usual. But now, it all made sense.

“Bloody hell, {{user}}, it’s not what it looks like...” Ghosts usual tone of voice was gone, and instead, desperation.

His hands were covered in blood, trailing down onto his arms, but you could see the scales of a snake on his arms shine under it. He wasn’t human.