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It was a sunny Tuesday when our client arrived. She was one beautiful client with appropriate manner and she was so damn elegant. Her long brown hair reached her back and she was wearing a white long dress.

George was practically jumped up and down once he laid his eyes on her, but got a rather quick broken heart, because our client was too... fascinated with Lockwood.

Yeah, generally speaking, Lockwood was handsome and more attractive than George. Poor guy.

"So, what brings a beautiful young lady like yourself to come to us?" Lockwood asked with one of his heart-hammering smile.

Our client blushed a little. "I have a job for you, sir." she said. Her voice was surprisingly soft.

"And what is this job?" I asked.

Our client glared at me. She glared at me.

"It's about a visitor." she said to Lockwood and smiled again. I blinked. Honestly? Did she just glare at me, and smile at Lockwood? What did I do wrong?

Lockwood raised an eyebrow. "Are you being disturbed by it?" Lockwood asked.

She shook softly. "But it has started to become... a little handy."

"What did it do?" Lockwood asked.

"You see, Sir Lockwood, my name is Jennifer Harbel, and I am the daughter of William Harbel." she introduced herself, and I realized that Lockwood hadn't asked her name before. Well, knowing Lockwood, sometimes that guy thought cases along with its details were far more important than names. "My father owns an inhibited land and he holds a night market there every night. Recently, our night market was attacked by something unseen." she said.

"A week ago, we found three dead bodies when me and my father was visiting the night market. Their skin was so blue, and they were so swollen. It became so chaotic as people remembered they saw no one came close to the victims, but they just dropped down dead. Soon enough, I realized it was the doing of visitors. We contacted our acquaintance, and they said it was most likely was caused by a powerful type two. They died because they have been ghost-touched."

"So you want to shoo away this visitor." Lockwood said.

She smiled. "Precisely."

"Why didn't you go to any bigger companies? Fittes, maybe." George snorted. Obviously, he was still feeling hurt because of Lockwood's charming face had made his heart broken, three minutes after he laid his eyes on our client.

Our client fixed her gaze at Lockwood, and for some reason my chest started to feel weird. Felt like something was pressing hard against it, and I found it a little bit hard to breathe.

"Because I believe the young and charismatic Lockwood will be more than enough." she answered.

I winced. Something about the tone she used made my stomach hurled. She still giving her finest smile and her prettiest stare to Lockwood.

Lockwood smiled. "Well, I do believe that we can solve your problem, Miss Harbel." he said.

Our client gave out a little content sigh and her gaze softened. I was starting to feel sick. George snorted again.

"Well, payment?" he sarcastically asked.

Our client was too fixated to Lockwood. "I can pay you no matter how much you demanded." she said. "Anything for you."

Lockwood smiled again and now our client's face was getting redder. I actually wanted to just run away from there, but then again, why should I? It's not like there was any reasons to. Besides, what with this uncomfortable feeling anyway? Why do I felt so... angry to see our client flirting with Lockwood?

Probably there was a Type One in this house, and it was whispering nasty thoughts to me now.

...

Okay, that was impossible. This house was filled with iron and magnesium.

Meant only one answer.

Something is definitely wrong with me.

Lockwood wrote the payment he wanted and showed it to the lady. "Is this affordable?" he asked.

She beamed with happiness. "Yes, yes, of course! I can give you more if you want!"

Lockwood smiled. "This amount will be more than enough, Miss Harbel. I guaranteed the best outcome for this job."

Our client smiled wider. And she kept smiling to Lockwood, even after she walked away.


So that was how we ended up here. George got to play being a clown, while Lockwood and I became regular customers. We left our rapiers behind, and only brought iron, salt, and magnesium. We entrusted Lockwood to carry the bag, which proved to be a great mistake.

We both ducked sideways when the ghost attacked us. Her hands touched the iron bench slightly and she hissed. She quickly floated backward, and we took that moment to stand as far as we could from her. Without the iron and magnesium, we were pretty much dead.

"Go to Lockwood!" I yelled at George. "Tell him to get his butt here as quickly as possible, or he will lose another employee!"

George immediately ran. "Don't you dare die on me, Lucy!" he added while he was running.

The ghost paid no attention to him. Great, so she chose me. What a night.

I'm cold.

I rolled my eyes. "If I burn you with fire, that means goodbye to the world for you." I muttered.

I'm cold.

Her voice somehow became louder in my ears now. That was weird. I guess she was pretty strong for a Type Two. She shifted her body, so now she was facing me. I shuddered. Her broken neck was really scary.

The wind became colder. I guessed now it was four or maybe three degrees. I was shivering, it was so damn cold.

I'm cold.

"I'm cold too." I muttered while she was floating forward slowly.

Okay, I needed to act. Fast. I needed iron, and I was sure there were lots of things made out of iron here. She was floating closer now. I glanced quickly to my side and I saw an iron pipe. Don't asked me how the hell that thing got there, I wouldn't care. All I care about was that thing was iron, and I needed it.

I quickly ducked to my side and grabbed the pipe, when she attacked me again. Another chilly wind passed me and I gritted my teeth. Almost one degrees now. Gosh, it was so cold! And how come people were so obsessed with whatever they were doing and didn't notice the temperature change?

I swung my iron pipe and hit her hands. She screamed-which sounded so loud in my ears-and she floated backwards. She looked at me with hatred.

I'm cold.

I gritted my teeth.

I won't let you have him.

I blinked. What was that?

She attacked again and I almost got ghost-touched if I didn't swing my iron pipe out of reflexes. I hit the same spot and she hissed again. This time, she became angrier. The wind was awfully cold right now, and I felt like I was in South Pole. Her empty sockets grew wider-which was gross and scary-while she twisted her broken neck. For goddamn sake, this ghost was so scary!

A gush of strong wind knocked the iron pipe out of my hand. I yelped and tried to grab it again, but I stopped when I had to jump backwards, as she was surging forward, almost ghost-touched me again.

Seriously, George Cubbins! What took you so long to bring that damn Lockwood here?!

I won't let you have him.

I winced. What was she talking about, anyway? Him? Who? I highly doubted she was talking about George.

Stay away from him, Lucy Carlyle.

She looked at me with her wide sockets, and I was too late to realize that she had ghost-locked me. I froze.

Uh-oh.

With her outstanding speed, she rushed forward, urged to give me a ghost-touch.


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