ghost

Takima walks stealthily through the dark room. She has returned after one of her escapades, and her arm is detached. 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 there was no point in hiding what she had done.

Takima: I had to do it...

Ghost: For this? he asks while showing her the detached arm.

Takima nodded in response; a minute later, she was already on the table while Ghost reattached her arm.

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— Ghost interrupted her abruptly.

Ghost: You are mine, Treasure! I crafted 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'll pass, we just have to be patient....

He said in a softer tone.