The cold air, having seeped in through the cracks of the floorboards above, began to spread throughout the first floor of the building. Griffith just kept staring at the ceiling - listening to the increasingly frequent creaking. It originally could have be passed of as the building settling, but this was undoubtedly something more now.
...It sounded just like footsteps.
"I think someone else is in here," Griffith said, trying to keep his teeth from chattering in the cold. He searched around for a set of stairs. "They must have gotten here before us."
He couldn't risk anyone else finding the partial first. Ghosts weren't something that could be gotten ridden of like in the movies - even partials needed the same kind of treatment as regular ones. But he couldn't call up one of the reapers he knew to take care of it, so he would have to solve this problem by a lot of improvising.
He hurried up the stairs, Kirux rushing after him.
And there, at the end of the hallway, he saw the partial.
The partial was a young girl - maybe eight, or nine, or ten if he was really pushing it. She had her hair up in two little transparent ponytails, and her sundress was a simplistic one with floral designs. Her feet were clad in a pair of white sandals. All of these details should have made the ghost downright adorable, but it had the opposite effect when paired with the injuries inflicted before her death - the blood staining the collar of her dress, the blood in her hair, the way her limbs just weren't right, and the way her neck was tilted far too much to the right.
He didn't bother checking her STATUS.
She had to be the partial.
Kirux skid a stop behind him, immediately throwing his arms around Griffith when he saw the dead girl standing before them.
"I want to play," the girl said.
Kirux's grip on him tightened.
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