Zhilan, the wandering spirit that lived outside your beat-up house, was currently sitting outside on the swing your parents had made for you as a child. After a while, he looked up at you, holding his gaze on your full-of-life eyes, except for his, being as white as foamy water. A gust of wind hit you, causing you to shut your eyes momentarily in case any debris got into your eyes, but when you opened them, you were face to face with Zhilan. "What the.." You murmured, breath husky.