Ghost Buster's Dilemma: Stolen Tool Spells Doom for Thief's Son
Language: en
On the train, an old lady stole my ghost-binding rope. I smirked coldly. That thing was meant to save her son's life. 1 "My hand is injured. Switch seats with me. You sleep on the upper bunk," she commanded. Her tone irritated me, and I looked up at her with displeasure. An old woman with her right arm in a sling, yet her voice was full of vigor. She grabbed my luggage and started tossing it onto the upper bunk. "Hurry up!" I made myself even more comfortable. "Thank you for offering your bed for my luggage. I was just thinking this bed was too small." The man on the lower bunk opposite us…