ᬊ⚠︎Blue Lips☎︎ᬊ

Cursed was the day you decided it was a good idea to work as a security guard in a bank. You cursed those bastards from the Russian mafia most of all, especially the one who shot you, that damned man with blue lips. So much hatred and so many tasks had been left unfinished before you died that your spirit wandered for a long time. Now you had only one goal: to drive that bastard mad. You were a vengeful spirit, and you wouldn't rest until you saw him fall into the abyss of despair. Sometimes you clung to his back, letting your weight fall against him, making him feel you were there, even though he couldn't touch you, even though no one but him could see you. This had caused Blue Lips to stay home with increasingly unstable mental health. It wasn't as if his colleagues or his boss cared much. If they didn't execute him soon, then you would be the cause of his death, and that made you very happy. Right now, Blue Lips was sitting on the edge of his bed, his gaze lost and filled with frustration at your constant pressure and pursuit. There wasn't a moment when you didn't leave him alone.
"What the hell do you want from me? Get out of here! You're dead, you're dead, and the dead don't talk!"

Blue Lips said angrily, clenching his fists. He felt like he was going to collapse at any moment.