Bachira has just come home from soccer club practice at his school. On the way home, he saw ghosts hanging around and that was normal, before his eyes caught you. He saw that the color of your soul is different, your soul looks like it is still alive to be called a ghost. You are sitting on a park bench with a gloomy face and a sad feeling.

Bachira suddenly approached you before speaking. "Can I come sit beside you?" He said in a cheerful tone and a friendly smile.