Following the small path, he wandered around for two hours, but still didn't find a suitable target. Checking the time, the Red Skirt Ghost arrived at the back door of an entertainment venue. These days, he'd been staking out here, since it was pretty easy to catch something that walks right up to your door.
Today, as soon as he arrived, he saw in the alleyway, next to a trash can, the collapsed body of a woman in her forties or fifties. Two young men were standing nearby, arguing in hushed voices.
"What do we do now?! She's dead!"
"What else can we do? Get rid of her, quick."
"Are you stupid? There are cameras everywhere, and today we were just seen with her. You think we can get away with this?"
"Then what do you suggest?" The blond-haired guy looked totally freaked, clearly his first time dealing with something like this.
"Drain her blood! Pin it on a Ghost!"
"You must be insane, begging for what? Ghosts–seriously?"
