Another night, another ten hours of labor.
As darkness fell, ghosts began gathering once again at Mikel's home renovation site. It wasn't like they had to leave the place and go home—they didn't have to. But because the ghost union carried their dignity on their spectral shoulders, they treated this like any other job.
A job they either loved or hated. A place where they gathered at a fixed time, and every morning, they bid each other farewell so they could greet each other once the working hours hit the clock.
It was nothing but routine.
And just like every other night, Arthur and his daughter arrived. But the moment they reached the entrance, they noticed a crowd of ghosts blocking the way.
"Hm?" Arthur glanced down at his daughter before looking up. "What's going on here?"
The ghost standing in front of them turned around. The worry in his eyes was clear and concerning.
"Arthur, something's off with the boss."
