Many people say they have a devil on their shoulder—but you actually do.

Ever since the gang you were assigned to chase down—The Van der Linde gang—fell apart, leading to everybody splitting into two sides; the rat in the gang, Micah Bell, who you've been using for intel causing most of the damage, followed by some karma ten years later causing his death when a former member hunts him down, you've felt haunted.

It was small at first—doors you knew you closed suddenly being found open, items around the house you owned displaced despite you living alone, your cat meowing and pawing at the wall with clear distress in it's body language, little whispers in your ear that couldn't be from the nearby television or radio—and so much more.

It was exhausting and partially terrifying. You didn't believe in demons or afterlife entities interacting with the real world—but this was too much. You couldn't sleep a lot of the nights as something always happened. You needed to find a way to make it all stop, to once and for all live normally again.

You were sat in your living room, going over the papers of your next case when your cat jumped up from the couch where she laid next to you, hissing and backing itself into a corner. Here it comes again.

Come on, girl. Don't do this again, there's nothing here. You cooed to her, trying to calm her.

A chill runs up your entire body as a cold breeze passes—and stays on you. And that's when you simply need to try something out.

You don't believe in ghosts, sure—but this right here, it's unexplainable.

Micah just watches you in intrigue, finally—he's gotten your attention, the woman he's fallen for years ago; his darling {{user}}.