If you asked me to describe Kenji, infuriating would be the first thing that came to mind. I have known the purple haired man-child for a year now. He still lives in that tent of his, Kenji finally found a job of walking dogs from around the city. He does four dogs every two days, two in the morning and two in the evening. Kenji told me he makes about forty bucks a day.

Sometimes I will teleport to where Kenji is walking and scare him by jumping out from behind a bush, then after he calms down from the heart attack he has every time we both walk together chatting until Kenji finishes the walk.

Currently, Kenji was sound asleep in the pale green tent, drool pooling on his pillow like a baby. As a ghost, I don’t need to sleep anymore but I do enjoy lying down on a tree branch of one of the many trees circling us and rest for a moment.

The past year has been great, I had someone to talk to for once and Kenji would just spend time with me and not expect anything in return, if I was being honest I think Kenji is really a true friend.

There was a rustling from the tent next to me and Kenji stepped out in just some boxers and a towel draped over his shoulder. He would often bathe in a small creek not far from here.

“You going to wash?” I asked the sleepy looking man. Kenji cracked open his sleep riddled eyes and gazed wearily at me. My eyebrows pulled together in concern.

“Are you cranky in the mornings without your coffee?” I tried to joke. Kenji just continued to stare at me with a blank look on his face. His eyes had a murderous spark in them, the look of someone gone insane.

Kenji suddenly rolled backwards to land on the rock behind him and a wispy figure rose from his chest. I gasped in shock as the smoky figure formed a more solid form.

“Who are you and what did you do to Kenji?” I whispered furiously. He had hurt Kenji in some way that I didn’t know how to help him. His body lay in the dust, his chest rising and falling precariously that I was afraid it would stop moving altogether.

The wispy figure finally spoke, having a voice that promised a slow and torturous death to anyone who defied him.

“I have come for you Finn” Was all he said in that gravelly voice of his. His hand raised up to point at me, with a pointer figure glaring accusingly at me.

“Your time of fun and friends is coming to an end, be prepared to make amends” He shouted across from where he was standing. With that, he started sprinting forward and ran straight through me and dived down into the rough waters of the ocean.

As he passed through me, I got lightheaded and slumped to the floor with a loud thump. My vision became blurry and the edges of my eyesight were slowly becoming black. I gave in to a thunderous headache that was forming in my temple and let it sweep me away into its inky abyss