No regrets...
As if I should doubt about every single step I make towards my target, being coldblooded and calculating. No, exactly no, 'cause my target is the ghost itself, without body, form and purpose. But now it seems that i can stretch my hand and reach for his hands, for his head and restless soul. And in a few moments he slips away into the thin air. The case has just begun.
Ex libra
"... был без имени, но со стажем в полторы тыщи лет."