"She's becoming rich day by day, Mom… and Karl's getting pampered by her," said Lucien, the ghost with long, curly black hair that fell over his fair forehead. His sharp blue eyes were filled with jealousy as he looked at his mother. "They have a house now… a company… and they made really good profit at the fair. And Karl..he's become famous!"
His mother, Elira, had the same pale skin and deep blue eyes, but her expression was full of storm. She crossed her arms, anger flashing across her face.
"He is my son! No matter what—we're family!" Elira snapped, her voice rising. "And I've taken care of him since he was a child. I fed him, clothed him, protected him… How can he not give us money now when we need it?!"
Their father, Danny, stood silently in the background. His hair was dark as night, and his eyes were cold and unreadable. He didn't speak—but the look in his eyes showed something deeper… something dangerous.
