Blackfeather Woods Of a dollar to earn

He almost missed it.
Standing off in the spattering of bushes and ferns leading up to the woodland.
Maegi's ghost.

Well, not her actual ghost but the one that was as fucked up as her and always followed her around. In truth, the man creeped Rowan out.
The youth stopped to look at him properly.
Watching with that one, haunted eye.
A shiver shook his spine.

"Where is she?"
Presuming that this man didn't just follow Maegi to murder her when she was well and alone, she might be around here. Returning perhaps.
He hoped so.