"Where the hell have you been?" I murmur, looking at Evelyn. I'm up on the college rooftop, it's already pretty late, and I'm kind of embarrassed about what happened yesterday in the bathroom.
"It's not that easy to kill people who can't see ghosts. It seems those people suffer fewer physical interactions from the 'ghosts,' so I was meticulous not to draw attention," she tells me with a dismissive wave.
"...Cut in half by a steel cable that snapped from the tension, but not before having her face mutilated by wire strands..." I recite to Evelyn the exact description going around campus of the "accidental" death of one of the girls who used to bully me.
"Yes, I could have killed her physically, used my hands, or my powers, but that would make it kind of obvious someone was guilty, wouldn't it? I told you I'd kill her without leaving a clear culprit. An accident is more practical," Evelyn says in a cold tone.
"She... she really died?"
