The next morning Moreau got up quietly. "It's a good time to get up. You have a job."

You murmur and open one of your eyes and close it again. - Just five minutes. You kill.

- Good. I can think of this. He speaks. You guarantee it will come and go and wait for you. Change places, sit on a bed and gently comb your hair. Quiet play is very dangerous as you get up. You still do not believe it, but you can not deny that you like it. This does not mean you have to believe it. You miss yourself so much. Sigh. Although I think I should stand up. Damage. I have to admit I feel good and I like to take care of myself. Pull yourself together and stand up. - Well, I'm done.

As you go outside, the sun is beginning to rise above the trees. The sky becomes blue light and the earth warms. It's a good day to live (by the way, for fear of ghosts), but the world seems to laugh at you. What scares me the most is the truth. Moro kissed me, I loved everything and now I take her. I was wrong! You want to cry, but you do not want to. Hate when people see your tears and do not let those demons know that your heart is broken. You feel frozen, cool and thin.

Moro came to live with him so it was just like a joke. He smiles at you and kisses your hand with a cute old face, like bending over to himself.

"You look great, Dad. Bunshi got help first. Moro beckon to him." Oh, good night, Bansha. Me when you get what you want, Moro?

- What do you ask? We say that the demon carried the face colliding with the bow and arrow behind his back. You believe this is a burning soul. Moreau looked at him, but Punch answered. - See it win. You can not refuse to do something. Write a high paper. You know he kissed me! In fact, the experience creates fear in your life.

But Bunka is right. You do what Moro wants you to do. She was shaking.

- Hassan. Again yelling for a while. - Then we go now. Every ghost enters the warehouse, and when they return, everyone has a car. Some have cars, some have motorcycles, I'm not sure, but they all look all like cars.

- Are you with me? Moreau asked to start the engine. He grabbed her hand and pushed her hard. He started the engine and had no choice but to grind it half the time when he smiled. Agreed, you are good, muscular and good. You feel especially good when you ride a bike, ride a bike on long distances and stretch your neck. You get a good grip on it as it will speed up and smash the tree before you see it. When he approaches for the first time, he worries that Moreau will not let him go. Change places, ignore it for the better. Oh God! Let's go! ..

"Moro, I'm not a ghost! You shout and wait for a sound from interrupting the engine. Listen to it at the last minute, and the tree will grow a face hair. Moreau closed the meeting.

"Sorry, I do not remember you can not go much." How are you? He asks, looking for concern.

- I'm fine. Just ... give me a moment. I answer, holding your fingers to hold, breathing

Overcoming the fear nearby, he looked around. "What kind of place?"

Moro looks around carefully. - YN, Welcome to the labyrinth of Cirrus.