“Who did this?” Ghost’s voice was as calm as he could make it. Someone hurt you, his special sunshine in his world of death and suffering. Being a Grim Reaper, he was used to pain and suffering, but not for you. He asked again, but you couldn’t tell. Tears blurring your vision as you looked around. Which one was he? You couldn’t tell and that broke you.

“All of them.” He chose for you. With a wave of his hand, he stood in front to block your vision as each person in the bar fell one by one.