You look around for the entity

"You probably want to know who that was." The beautiful voice whispers into your left ear, tickling you with her breath.

You turn to face the direction of the voice. "They recognised you," you point out. There is, of course, nobody standing there. You wonder what it might mean: do other people know about the entity?

"It's true. They knew exactly who I am. It's too early to tell you exactly who they are and why I did that, but I need you to know that she's a bad person."

You feel conflicted. Pleasurable as it was, a soldier taking orders as you were, you feel like you're a party to badness too. "I hope so..."

"I'm not here to hurt people. Unless they deserve it." She paused. "Or if they like it." Something bites at your ear lobe.

You are relieved to hear that, assuming you can trust her. "So you're like some kind of ghost police?"

Her unwavering sultry tone gives no clues. "I have my reasons."

You yawn, once again completely exhausted. You wonder if hearing that she 'has her reasons' fully absolves you of guilt.

"You look tired. You should rest."

Before you can say anything, you feel the strength drain from your body. You can barely stand, let alone talk. You feel yourself drop but you have no strength to fight it. You prepare yourself to impact the grimy alleyway but darkness envelops you. You fall into oblivion.