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Sergei could admit he wasn’t entirely sure what kind of danger ghosts faced; but he was sure that there had to be something they were probably vulnerable. As a result, he decided it would be a friendly gesture to gift his transparent neighbor something that he could use even with his usually intangible hands.
Leaning against Anto’s doorway, he held out a simple ring. It had the rough edges of something that had been melted from scraps and forged in someone’s backyard. Where some kind of gemstone should have been set, the metal was instead built into a sharp point. Sergei also offered a tiny vial with clear contents to his friend. He explained that this was not something anyone tangible would want on or under their skin.
“I know it’s hard for you to be all there. You only need to concentrate long enough on one little finger to scratch them with this. Then real quick they’ll be regretting fucking with you.” His smirk matched the unassuming, but sinister nature of the little ring.
