"L-Leila," she said hesitantly. "And can you please tell me what's going on? How am I up and moving around if I'm dead, who are you, and what the hell were those things just now?"
He took hold of her by the shoulders and looked at her with his warm, friendly eyes. "Okay, okay, calm down. In answer to the questions you just asked, you're a Ghost Knight, I'm Ken, and those were Hellhounds. And by the way, you did a fine job of killing it on your first night of demon-fighting."
"You're gonna have to do a lot better than that!" Leila demanded. "I'm still trying to remember who I am... and what's a Ghost Knight?"
"Actually what you're still trying to remember is who you were. Your life's over; you're a Ghost Knight now, an undead slayer of demons. As am I. And Willa."
Leila tried hard to pr
