"You'd be surprised at what people will do for affection," Dennis muttered in response.

"Yes...the bond between two lovers is strong..."

"Crap!" Dennis whirled around and shot three times. Of course, the bullets went right through the spectral being in front of them as the ghost of Amelia have off a high and shrill laugh. She looked a lot like Ophelia, except she had a paler pigment of skin tone, giving her the true image of a spirit. Her hair was black and hung in clumps, and her eyes were icy chips of blue.

"Do not...deny me of my love!"

With a howl, she lunged for Roseia and grabbed her by the shoulders, lifting her up in the air. Dennis raised the gun but froze, afraid of hitting his partner. "Lady, you're dead! Why do you even care about those two anyway?"

"Because...because Ophelia is my sister!"

Wait, what? Dennis groaned. Things just got more complicated than they needed to be.