Thread:BixbiteTheGreat/@comment-34012245-20191219220051/@comment-34012245-20191226182458

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It got dark quick. The sun is falling and a grayish aura is over the place.

A ghostly prescense intensifies from the place where the sounds came.

There's a person standing in the center of a street. A person with long, maroon hair darkened from the lack of light. A person holding a conversation.... with a ghost?

"It's my task. Don't want to tarry talking wih ghosts, as much as I like your species." They told the specter and crossed their arms.