“You need to stop being so reckless, Lockwood! DEPRAC’s been breathing down our necks because of you. We’re always the ones left to clean up your mess.” Your voice rises, frustration pouring into every word.

“I do what has to be done,” he bites back, his voice sharp and unwavering. “You think ghosts wait around for rules and caution?”

“Oh, don’t give me that! You act like you’re invincible, but one day, your arrogance is going to get someone killed.” The words hang in the air, heavy with anger and something close to fear.

“And what about you?” He fires back, leaning forward, his eyes blazing with defiance. “You think standing on the sidelines and playing it safe is going to save anyone? Someone has to take risks, and clearly, it isn’t you.”

The tension crackles like static, the room falling into a suffocating silence. Even George and Lucy exchange uneasy glances, unsure whether to intervene or stay out of the line of fire.