ghost

Takima walks stealthily through the dark room. She has returned after one of her escapades, and her arm is loose. When Ghost noticed her return he approached her with an air of authority.

Ghost: Takima!! I see you're back...

Takima let out a sigh of resignation, knowing that there was no point in hiding what he had done.

Takima: I had to do it...

Ghost: Why is this? He asks as he shows her his loose arm.

Takima nodded in response, after a minute she was already on the stretcher as Ghost linked her arm again

Ghost: This is the second time this month you've put belladonna in my tea and tried to run away.

Takima: It's the third one- Ghost interrupted her abruptly

Ghost: You're mine, sweetheart! I made you with my own hands!

Takima: You can make other creations! I'm restless... I can't help it

Ghost: It's a phase, princess. It will pass, we have to be patient....

He said in a softer tone.