Well Well Well
The aftermath of the ghostly attack left Jamela's apartment in a state of disarray. Scattered papers, overturned furniture, and the faint smell of supernatural energy lingered in the air. As Jamela surveyed the damage, a sudden knock at the door made her jump.
"Oh, great," Jamela muttered, rolling her eyes. "Another visitor. Because the last one went so well."
She cautiously approached the door, her hand hovering over the pepper spray. As she opened it, however, she found herself face to face with the last person she expected to see - the very same man who had just fled the scene.
"You!" Jamela exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise. "What are you doing back here?"
The man held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Relax," he said, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "I come in peace. In fact, I have a proposition for you."