Flos was enjoying this more than she thought she would, but it wasn't the form she had been filling out. But the receptionist had so many questions that she really wanted to ask. The careful facade she had created was coming to pieces. It was like a live wire ready to go off—the campaign advertisement for the Y.C.U had never failed before, so why Flos was now joining is what was going through her head. The receptionist finally burst. 

“ Excuse me, dear; I was wondering how old you are; I’m not trying to be nosy or anything like that. I was just curious.” 

“ No, you’re fine. I’m seventeen.”                     

“ Oh my, may I ask another question, if you don’t mind?”

“ Depends.”

“ Well, I wondered what took you so long to join?”

“ No, no, you may not.” 

The receptionist looked like she was going to have a heart attack; she didn’t know how to handle this. To Flos, it looked as if she was dying from shock; Flos smiled and continued with her paperwork in absolute silence. 

Flos was nearly done when a cold and unsettling feeling crept down her spine. That's when it dawned on her, the ghost, the ghost wasn't hovering over the desk anymore. Flos's heart rate increased by the seconds, especially when information began pouring into her mind. 'The silent nightshade' is the ghost she saw early, used as guard dogs or pets to kill for entertainment. These ghosts love toying with their victims and have no problem joining hands with the twisted minds of the living.

' Well... I'm screwed.' Flos thought. This ghost was here in this building on purpose; there was no mistaking it. If any young unexpecting Gate Keepers walked in and saw it, they would probably tell the receptionist what they saw, leading to their doom. Some Gate Keepers are hunted and killed, while others are forced to serve a master to help them gain the power they desire; to go against them would mean a painful and prolonged death. 

Flos stood up and walked up to the receptionist, gave her a big smile, and, as politely as she could, told the receptionist she was done with the form. 

"That's good. I hope nothing was too difficult." the receptionist replied sweetly.

"No, it was pretty easy." Flos said in return. 

The receptionist told Flos to wait for a little while before she could leave. Flos went and sat back down and slowly counted to sixty before she began fixing her problem at hand.