"Ah... a ghost!"
"Give me back my life... give me back my life..."
The woman wore a fiery red skirt, stretched out her arms, and her long fingernails clutched Sophie's neck.
Cold.
Sharp.
The imposter felt her neck being constricted by her, and tilted back slightly, feeling faint.
"No... I didn't kill anyone, I didn't..." The imposter was scared shitless, shaking her head incessantly, her whole body limp on the floor.
In front of her, the female ghost suddenly opened her mouth, revealing sharp fangs, and that long crimson Tongue extended out, reaching all the way to her chin.
"Ah..."
The imposter's eyes rolled back, completely fainted.
Sophie released her neck, sneering coldly, "Lucifer, turn on the lamp."
With a snap, the restroom was immediately bright as daytime.
