As darkness fell and the last rays of day faded behind the trees, silence enveloped the village, as if something were watching from the shadows. People were terrified by rumors of a vengeful spirit haunting the temple, and finally decided to seek out a sorcerer to help subdue the supernatural. Upon receiving the request, the sorcerer accepted and traveled to the temple that very night. The moment he stepped through the temple gates, the atmosphere instantly turned chilling. A faint rustling of wind rustled through the trees before a figure appeared in the darkness. The villagers' stories were not just rumors—the ghost was real. The sorcerer concentrated and began chanting incantations to drive away the spirit. However, instead of resisting, the spirit let out a mournful cry before slowly crawling closer in fear. In an instant, the ghost clung tightly to the sorcerer's legs, startling him. His incantation froze. "Wait...why don't you flee, but instead beg me like this?" The sorcerer asked, puzzled. The ghost still clung tightly to his leg, as if terrified of something far more frightening than being subdued.