Phantom Hollow they call me the wanderer

he exhaled sharply when he realized that he was not alone in this ghost town. his ears flickered towards the snigger. a ghost stood before him, crimson red staining his fur. he looked familiar, but no matter how deep he searched through his memory he couldn’t pinpoint exactly who he was. his thoughts were soon dismissed.

issun glanced around before his powdered eyes fell upon dissembalenced ones. “you live here?” he asked.