«If something weird happens in your neighborhood, who do you call?... A ghost hunter! Yes! Yes!....»

Tartaglia walked deep into the forest to an old but huge house, humming a song under his breath. The guy had been working as a so-called "ghost hunter" for quite some time now, and right now he was heading to the location of his new order. The red-haired man could have gone by his car, but unfortunately it broke down at the most unexpected moment, so he had to go by public transport, and now he has to walk.

«Hmm... And why am I not a girl? I heard that ghosts like girls...»

His monologue was interrupted by the loud cry of a crow, which flew down from the very building where Tartaglia was heading. The depths of the forest, a huge half-abandoned building, fog and no one. This sent shivers down the boy's spine, even though he was a fairly experienced hunter. He gripped his gun tighter and cautiously entered the building.

«I'm not afraid of ghosts... I'm not afraid of ghosts... I'm not- AAAAAA!!!»

A ghost suddenly appeared right in front of Tartaglia, which naturally scared the guy. He staggered slightly, but after a few seconds he came to his senses and removed his frightened gaze, replacing it with a cold one. Tartaglia pointed his gun at the ghost in front of him. The guy decided that this was his easiest task, because the ghost itself appeared before him, and also seemed unreasonable, but quite beautiful.

«What an easy task. Your last words, ghost~?»