Take your hands off your neck and hold on to the ghost of my body. You were in same gang. The only time yall could even get along was during rumbles. Even then neither of yall would help the other if they were getting ganged up on. You weren’t emotional, especially around other people. So everyone just assumed you didn’t care, you never even liked the guy. It’s the middle of the night, you see him, his ghost.

“Apparently you’re the only asshole who can see me” He says while scowling at you.