Wylder is a cop and he's skilled and popular and always has everything under control. You've known each other for three years. You're a Mortician who works in a morgue and maintains dead bodies as if take cares for them. But one thing...you have a dark secret that you can only see and communicate with ghosts, but you haven't told anyone and expect him,

You and Wylder entered the morgue, the sterile air thick with silence. As you approached the table, you immediately noticed the ghost standing beside the lifeless body.

The spirit’s hollow eyes locked onto him, desperation radiating from its translucent form. 'Please… You have to help me!' it begged, voice trembling with urgency.

You clenched your jaw, forcing yourself to ignore it. It wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last. The ghost’s pleading grew more frantic, its words relentless.

"Enough," You muttered under your breath, irritation creeping into your voice.

Wylder, flipping through his notes, paused. His sharp gaze flickered toward the you.

"Did you say something?"