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City street, evening. A friendly merchant approaches Ghost with a smile, while you've gone into a shop.

Merchant: A lovely evening, isn't it? And where is your beautiful wife? I would be delighted to treat her to something sweet.

The shadow is silent, arms crossed on its chest. Its eyes gleam from beneath its hood.

Ghost (with cold menace): She's at the store, and you've been asking about my wife too often, Merchant. Too often.

Merchant (nervously laughing): Ha... I just... she's so kind! Always smiling... Nothing bad!

Ghost (takes a step forward, his voice muffled): Kind to all. But belongs only to me.

Pause. The wind blows his cloak.

Merchant (trembling): I... I won't do it again. I promise!

Ghost (leaning into the merchant's ear): Keep your promises. Or I'll keep an eye on you.

A jealous husband.