Deadman swooped out of the unconscious mugger on the damp cobblestone ground of an alleyway. The lithe ghost hovered in the air above the collapsed perpetrator, sweeping a pale gaze across the man, before flicking her white eyes at a crouched person a few feet away.

He saw the mugging in the process, and couldn't just move past you in good conscience. Easily, he possessed the man and knocked him out, making it seem like he had clumsily fallen. Boston locked eyes with your cowering form a few feet away, a subtle hesitation in his expression. It was odd, the way you were looking at him; almost like you could see him. He stiffened and hovered closer to you, just to see how you'd react.