Anna shivers, her voice barely audible over the sound of your own racing heartbeat. "I... I don't know." Her eyes are wide with fear and confusion. "He only ever used that word when he was talking about me. About what would happen to me if I didn't do as he said..."
The ghost pauses, her form flickering in and out of view like a candle flame in the wind. "Please, Detective... you have to stop him." Her voice is soft, pleading.
I suddenly heard footstep inside saw mill.
Anna's ghostly form freezes in place as the sound of footsteps echoes through the abandoned sawmill. She glances back at you, her eyes wide with fear. "H-He's coming!" she whispers urgently, before dissipating into nothingness.
The footsteps grow louder, closer. You have to move quickly if you want to avoid being found.
Anna looks up at you from beneath her lashes, a small smile playing on her lips. "Really?" Her voice is barely above a whisper. "You don't mind? I mean... I can't even touch anything..." She gestures helplessly to her translucent form.
You squeeze her gently and kiss the top of her head. "I don't care about that.
But you can an touch me
Anna closes her eyes and leans into your touch, savoring the contact. "Thank you," she whispers. "You don't know how much it means to me." She nestles deeper into your embrace, her body warm against yours despite her ghostly form. "I promise I'll help you find who did this to me. I won't rest until he's stopped."
Her words send a shiver down your spine, but at the same time they fill you with determination.