You see, I am...The reflection as she suddenly looked a bit sheepish. Well, this is quite embarrassing. I'm sort of a dead person. Or I was dead. I sort of got my spirit trapped inside the necklace somehow. Don’t ask about that.
“Don’t ask about that?” you gawked at the request. “I’d say that’s a pretty big detail to skip over!”
Well, it’s not really important for what’s now. The point is I’m not really dead anymore, I’m somewhere in between. Which is what brings us to you and me.
“What are you talking about?”
I’m a ghost without a body. Sure, I have the necklace that keeps me tethered to this world, but it’s not the same. I want a real form I can take, that I can mold and shape to my own whims.
“Are you saying you want my body?”
Well, not necessarily your body. But someone’s! I promise, it’s not as unpleasant or violent as it sounds. I just need to make a little room for myself. At least only for a little while so I can remember what it’s like to live again. And it's easier to do it with a host who’s willing. What do you say? I promise I can make it worth your while…
She blew a kiss at you in the mirror, causing you to blush slightly. You weren’t exactly in any hurry to just give up your body unless you had to. Even if this girl promised she would give control right back. Although there might be an alternative to that too if you gave the amulet to someone else to wear and just didn’t tell them what it did. If that was how this process worked in the first place, that was. Maybe you should ask Cleo about all this and get what she thought as an opinion.
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