The two ghosts were rummaging through Sterling's cupboard, casually trying on his clothes as if they were preparing for a fashion show of their own.
One of them was even swaying his hips and attempting a clumsy hip-hop dance, his transparent arms flailing about.
The moment the cupboard door swung open, neither of them bothered to look in Lana's direction, behaving as though they were long accustomed to humans barging in on them.
From the woman's perspective, however, it looked horrifying. The clothes floated in the air with no visible body wearing them, and she almost rolled her eyes back and fainted on the spot.
Lana, meanwhile, was utterly speechless.
'What on earth are these two doing? Are they even in their right minds?' She took a slow breath, steadying her shoulders.
Since both ghosts were unguarded and preoccupied with their own absurd play, she decided that she should strike first. With that thought, she raised her hand to attack.
