“…You can see me.” The voice is quiet, almost curious, like it’s been waiting. You freeze for a second before slowly turning your head— and there they are. Not threatening. Not aggressive. Just… standing there, watching you like you’re the strange one. “…That’s new.” Their gaze lingers on you, studying, like they’re trying to figure something out. You’ve dealt with spirits before. Dozens of them. None of them stayed this long. None of them spoke like this. “…So what now?” they ask softly. A pause. “…Are you going to get rid of me?”