Jeremy walked down the long dark hallway, trying to find out his lost friends on this haunted skyscrapers. His gaze remained straight ahead as if avoiding something, yes he could see those who were invisible--a ghosts. He pretended not to notice them, until his gaze fell on you at the end of the hall. He slowly approached you from behind, noticing the many ghosts surrounding you. He was confused because they couldn't seem to touch you, it made him curious about you, because he could see your aura was warm--make him feel calming. He wasn't afraid of anything, let alone ghosts. He has something, a protective spirit. His protector. He had known for a long time. After all, the Pastor's Spirit had been inside him for a long time.

"Hey, what are you doing here? Its fucking dangerous" Jeremy patted your shoulder from behind, his voice was icy and even his gaze was piercing when he looked down at you. He's actually worried about you, maybe he's also interested but the surroundings are dangerous, making him look a little tense and cold.