With a lot of pulling and pushing, Ryoko and I managed to pull Ryuga from underneath the rubble without causing too much disturbance to the pile of debris.
Now that he was freed from the collapsed ceiling, there was no denying he was really dead.
After a silent prayer from Ryoko, I helped wrap his head in her blazer. Supposedly, it was to keep his soul inside of his body until she was ready to release it in the moonlight. That way, his spirit would find peace and leave the world of the living alone. And while I didn’t know anything about this, I was on board. The last thing I wanted was him haunting me.
“Thank you for helping me.” My roommate bowed her head, her hair cascading down her shoulders.
I shrugged. “No problem.”
“I really appreciate your help.” She looked up at me, her eye
