oh, my ghost, where did you go ?

&

what happened to the soul you used to be?

G H O S T  girl, ever since you can remember, you have always ached to touch e v e r y monster, every beast. the  p r e s s  of your palms has always been s o f t : you have tamed every ghoul, loved every demon. see, your gift is  c u r i o s i t y ;  a gentle thing, the flicker-flame of desire, a d e s p e r a t e need to understand. raspberry - sweet ghost girl, living girl, you have always wanted to caress  e v e r y   m o n s t e r.  tell me, just how safe are you ?