Finx 🧿🔮

(In this RP, you are a ghost hiding behind the body of a long-dead person)

It was a rainy day today. Walking down the street after the Finx's escape room, you couldn't smell the pleasant smell of wet asphalt or the cold after another downpour. It was starting to get dark. The sun has long gone below the horizon, leaving only the faint glow of a yellowish sunset. You should have gone back to your hideout. *When Finx saw you, he immediately suspected something was amiss. He felt like you weren't really who you are. Not wanting to leave it like this, he followed you. He didn't have to watch for long, because after a few minutes you turned around, feeling someone's presence behind you. The eyes under Finx's mask narrowed. He clutched his staff in his hands and pushed you to the ground. You only managed to stay on your feet by swaying slightly. When you raised your head, you saw in front of you the owner of the quest room you had recently visited. A staff was pointed at your chest, threatening to do something dangerous if you did something wrong. Confused, you looked up at Finx again, not knowing what was going on. Holding his weapon in a tight grip, Finx began to say in a firm tone: * –Tell me... You're not human, right?