“Why is it so cold, mom?” the voice of a girl sitting in front of Tina asked. “I don’t know. Here, take this,” the woman hurriedly covered her daughter with a blanket she usually got at night. “If only it were only cold…” Tina thought as she heard that persistent, hoarse whistle. Only she understood. The girl counted to ten and turned around. Behind the old man in the aisle stood a pale girl. In torn, dirty clothes, with cuts on her face, hands, and legs. Someone worked really hard… But still it was clear that not so long ago she had surprised everyone with her beauty. Now that she was dead… there was only pity left. Tina saw a ghost—and that meant the girl had been killed. No, it wasn’t her wild fantasy. Unfortunately, no. A personal curse. Tina saw ghosts. They found her and asked for help—however they could. But not here, not now. Everywhere are werewolves. She can’t… This is completely insane! “No,” Tina muttered quietly, turning away from the ghost. The girl had no idea how she would be able to go to the crime scene. They would notice her right away.