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Hold Your Horses, Seriously

Ghosty lets out a gloomy breath, his tattered clothing sways around as it were blown by wind. He's footless, though, that's why he's floating around all the time.

"Gyehehehe...~ what was that I'm gonna say again... oh, yeah...~" Ghosty rubs his head, which appears like a fluff of nothingness.

"Erm...~ gehehe..~ it's just that...~ uh... being a 'soul spirit' is... not really nice...~ you couldn't remember things...~ pretty well, hehehe...~" he grumbled, "but now... I remember...~ hehe. It's this thing...”

Ghosty lifts his cloth, revealing nothing but utter emptiness.

“Heh… so he doesn’t have a body, huh?” Marco mumbled. Shortly, from beneath, a shadow-like arm stretches out holding what seems to be a card and hands it over to Marco. Scias felt intense goosebumps from watching the wobbly shadow.

"O-Oh," Marco gets ahold of the card. He examines the oddly clean card, it's written "Naprean Checkpoint"