Only Pablo, Cupid and Andrezj could see the scene in front of them.

They had passed through the wall and arrived inside a room.

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The room was of the same size as the other rooms but it was different from the rest. It was behind a wall after all.

But setting that aside, Pablo was bewildered by the sight in front of his eyes.

"These are your friends?" Pablo asked Jenny.

"Ye-"

"We want to see as well, sir. There is nothing here for us." Nike spoke.

"Yes. Me too." Sera had the same request.

"Let me ask." Pablo agreed to their request.

"Jenny, can you als-"

"Yes. They are your friends, right? We will allow it."

Pablo smiled. "Okay. But one minute."

He looked at his slaves.

"You all are now going to see some ghosts and if anyone overreacted.. you know what I will do."

"Yes." The slaves clenched their fists. They were ready for anything.

Pablo looked at Sera.

"Don’t worry. I will manage as well." She said.

Pablo nodded. "Do it, Jenny."

"Okay. Everyone, I trust them all. Just like how you trust this big brother Pablo, trust his friends as well." Jenny said around the room.

’Her friends already trust me?’

’Well, you can see all the bloodied, mangled up corpses of children in front of you so of course they trust you.’ Cupid explained.

’I see. And one more thing, why did this little girl come to me instead of Sera. She too has an Angel with her so why did the little girl choose to appear in front of me? Any clue?’

’Maybe because of your kill counts. Only she could tell you the exact reason for that.’

Pablo shrugged. ’Makes sense. I’ll ask her later.’

He was now accustomed to the scene. In front of him were the ghosts of other children and all of them were in their worst condition.

They had white eyes, chopped heads and most of all, they were staring right at Pablo.

At first, Pablo found it eerie but after some time, he felt okay.

Though, he didn’t know about Sera and his slaves. How would they react?

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

And they reacted.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"

The ghosts reacted in return.

The slaves and the ghosts screamed at each other’s scream.

Sera also did a little scream but her scream was overshadowed by the slaves.

All ten slaves jumped at Pablo but this time, Pablo was careful.

He moved to the side.

"Didn’t I tell you not to overreact? Why are you all screaming?"

Pablo looked at the ghosts.

"And why the hell you people were screaming? You are fukcing ghosts. Dead."

"Haha. Right."

The ghosts laughed among themselves and the slaves were finally silent. Though, they were all behind Pablo.

"They are the children who died by the hands of foot soldiers five years ago. They may look scary but they are all nice. Stop acting like wimps." Pablo said.

’Though, Flashy would have outright died here.’

"Alright, sir."

Nike calmed down and so did the other slaves.

Pablo shook his head.

"Hello, everyone. I would like you all to change your appearance for my friends. They are scared. Become nice like our Jenny here."

"Sure."

The children agreed and in a flash, they were now without any blood and white eyes.

’They sure are cheerful after getting murdered like that.’

"Alright. Let us all have a talk."

Pablo stood in front of all the ghost children. Jenny had also joined them.

"Now. Now. Don’t get too hasty, man."

"Hmm?"

Pablo was interrupted by someone. And that someone was a ghost.

From behind the hundreds of ghosts came a young man. He was not a kid.

"He must be your big brother, Plato. Jenny?"

"Yes. I am Plato." The young man answered himself.

He stood just in front of Pablo.

"You have killed so many people, huh? You are a murderer yourself. What help can we expect from you?" Plato said.

Pablo looked at the man carefully and nodded.

"So you are the son of Socrates."

"Wha-How?"

The slaves, Sera, Cupid, Andrezj and even the ghosts gasped at Pablo’s words.

"How did you know that, sir? He didn’t share the name of his son." Nike said.

Socrates had only told them about his son, he shared nothing about his name and other things.

"Yes. How did you know?" Plato asked as well.

"Well, Socrates’ son was the only adult person who died here apart from the owner of this house. And this man doesn’t look like the owner of the house so by crossing things out, it means he is Socrates’ son."

"Oh. Right." Nike and the other slaves understood.

"So you think you are very smart?" Plato said. He was in his own attitude.

Pablo smiled. "I don’t ’think’ I am smart. I am smart."

"Oh yeah? So you can talk back as well? State your real purpose of coming here." Plato was now very close to Pablo’s face.

’He is very lucky he is already dead.’

"Jenny, why is your brother so suspicious of me? What can I even take from this house? Tell them my motive." Pablo asked for Jenny’s aid.

"Yes big brother, Plato. What are you doing? He is here to help us to send to after life. Don’t treat him like that." Jenny complained.

"You don’t know, Jenny. Such people are very smooth liars. When everything seems good, it’s the intentions which are bad."

’Very suitable name he has.’ Pablo liked Plato’s dialogues.

"Fine. You can keep distrusting me but I still want to hear why you all are here? I mean, I won’t lie, I have killed many people and no ghosts have ever come after me. So how come you all are here?"

Pablo had killed even a little girl back in the slums, yet her ghost didn’t bother him. He was really curious to know about the ghosts of the children in the house.

"I will answer that for you." One ghost raised his hand.

"One second." Pablo said and focused on Plato.

"Stand on the side. I don’t want you disturbing me."

Pablo tried to touch the man but his hand went through.

"Haha. You can’t touch me. Sucks, right?"

"That’s what she said." Pablo replied.

"What the hell? Are you trying to mock me?"

"Not trying. I am mocking you."

"I will ki-"

"Big brother Plato! Stop it. At least let him hear what we have to say. You are wasting our time."

’The only thing you guys have is time. And I could touch Jenny so why can’t I touch him?’ Pablo wondered.

’She allowed you to touch him, that’s why.’ Cupid answered for him.

Pablo gave a slow nod.

Meanwhile, Jenny’s scolding finally made Plato a little silent.

"Fine. But I still don’t trust him. A normal person wouldn’t be this calm seeing so many ghosts in front of him."

’He has a point.’

’You are not normal at all.’ Cupid said.

’You have a point too.’

"I will sit there and watch you all the time." Plato said and finally walked towards the other ghosts.

He stood at the back of the room, staring intently at Pablo.

All the kids were sitting on the floor and Pablo did the same.

He sat cross legged on the floor as well.

Following him, his slaves and Sera also sat down.

"Okay, little man. I am ready to hear now." Pablo said.

"Alright." The kid said. He was a child but he appeared the oldest child. Probably eight or nine years old.

"I am Richard. What’s your name?" The kid asked.

"Hi, Richard. I am Pablo." Pablo acted friendly.

Richard nodded. "I will keep it short. I will try, at least. And I won’t speak twice."

"Sure." Pablo would hear it in the first try anyway.

Richard gave a nod and began explaining.

"We all are one thousand in numbers, excluding big brother Plato. Five years ago, two thousand children died here but only us became ghosts even uncle Tony didn’t make the cut. The reason for that is, if you die while regretting something very deeply, you will turn into a ghost.

Now you may think if that’s the case then every dead person should be a ghost but that isn’t true. You have to regret something from the depth of your heart. Your whole body should cry in regret and you have to feel that regret as long as you don’t take your last breath.

And only then, the Gods will have mercy on you and stop you from moving on. That’s all there is."

Richard finished explaining and Pablo was impressed.

"How did you know all this?" He asked.

"All of us know it. We are ghosts ourselves. That’s why we know. It comes from within."

’Now I know why my victims didn’t turn to ghosts.’

’Why?’ Cupid asked.

Pablo smiled. ’Because I didn’t give them enough time to even regret something.’

"I understand." Pablo said. "What did you regret though? Just asking."

Pablo asked Richard’s regret and the nine year old kid answered :

"I regretted being born."