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He had never felt more useless in his life, a shadow of a shadow of a man. Anyone could take him on, he was no more than a normal mortal soul and for what? When he punched the wall in frustration, he didnât care who saw him but as tears sprung to his eyes and a cry of pain escaped his throat, he cursed himself. Turning his back to the wall, he slid down it slowly, tears streaming down his face.
âWhat are you looking at?â He managed, shaking his head at how pathetically not biting those words sounded. He was a grown man for the godsâ sake. This was an embarrassment.
âUh-â Chihiro paused, glancing around. There was spirits around. There was spirits around. Sheâd never seen any before- not that she could remember, but suddenly today she could see so many. It was startling to say the least. âGhosts?â
















