“Then how do you know it was me?” He lifted a brow. “All Ghosts have their own energy—like a fingerprint—and yours is even more distinct than most. I’ve never come across anything like it before.” He smirked, and her defenses raised. “I’m not crazy. I know it was you,” she snapped. “Whether you want to admit it to me or not.” “You’re not crazy,” he agreed, gaze softening. “This is clearly your first time meeting a Phantom.”
oh he in here playing
