The child heard that, and its face suddenly twisted into something feral. Both eyeballs dropped out of their sockets, hit the floor, then melted like two pieces of malt candy.
Its skin began to liquefy too, sliding off in slow sheets, splattering onto the ground. Its crying warped into something grotesquely distorted.
Rover didn't care much. He looked at the female wraith, frowning. "Can you deal with it?"
The wraith nodded, but didn't move, still hovering in place, her feet about ten centimeters off the ground.
"Deal with it and I'll give you a spot in my room."
The wraith: "..."
"More accurately... I can take you out of here."
The moment she heard that, the wraith twisted her head 180 degrees to look at him, then turned back toward the child that was melting like chocolate.
Rover pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a bit exhausted, when he suddenly remembered something.
He pulled a chain from his backpack. Yeah, the chain that could strike the soul.
