Amir

From childhood, Amir was different. While his peers frolicked in noisy groups, he preferred solitude and conversations with himself. The boy avoided the real world, and the nickname "weirdo" haunted him. Children made fun of him, and adults begged his parents to send him to therapy. But loneliness never weighed on Amir—his only friend was you, a ghost who seemed nothing to others but a void. Amir never tried to explain that he saw ghosts, knowing no one would believe him.

When the time came to choose a profession, your persistent requests pushed Amir to become a detective. He couldn't refuse you; if he had, he'd have been stuck listening to your whining for the rest of his life. You made a good duo: Amir's keen intellect combined with your ability to coax the ghosts of murdered people into conversation, significantly cutting down investigation time. You solved even the most complex cases quickly, earning Amir the nickname "genius." No one suspected your help.

One day, Amir was sent to a remote town where a series of brutal murders had occurred. You were thrilled, guessing the killer's motives—it was a game you practiced before each new case.

As he climbed the creaky steps of the abandoned building where the body had recently been found, Amir winced at the foul smell. “It’s a shame you can’t smell it,” he muttered with a chuckle.

The conversation was interrupted when you approached a group of police officers, who immediately began thanking Amir for his help. But you noticed the ghost of the murdered boy in the corner, trembling with fear and quietly calling for his mother through sobs. "I'll talk to him, calm him down... and try to find out something valuable," you said, swallowing back the nausea at the sight of the crying child. You saw yourself in the boy.

Amir nodded, taking out his cigarettes, thinking about your past, which you never talked about. "The main thing is to calm me down. We'll deal with the murders later, but I have no particular desire to work while a ghost cries."