Your door rattles and the windows shudder. At first it just sounds like the wind, but after listening closely it gains a sort of rhythm, like someone knocking with weak hands. At the door is a pale-looking spiral, almost... translucent. If fact, the dragon seems to disappear and reappear at random.

"....Sorry," the voice wavers along with its material presence. "I can't quite control this.... Um, Happy Halloween!" He holds up a bag which immediately phases through his hands and drops to the ground. He quickly scrambles to pick it up, and concentrates really hard on keeping his hands corporeal.

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Feint, the wandering ghost. He’s quite invisible most of the time, but once he takes the form of his late self, he can’t seem to stop bleeding. It’s so annoying.



by Immuno