Kim
"An excellent question, as not even I have the answer to." 
*This was a lie. To solve her issues as he had once, he had brought her back here to heal and then begin the process of accustoming her to killing for the mere sport of it, in both humans and demons.*
John
*At this point, Makimi was sick and tired of this Phantom's games, so she decided to play one of her own, just to piss him off a little.*

`"I know that your whole thing is being a spooky scary spirit, but do you have to live in the most depressing pit I have ever seen?"`

*She wandered about the dreary space, which had all the warmth and color of an old, abandoned mental asylum.*

`"You have cobwebs on practically every surface, the furniture looks like it could fall apart if I breathe on it too hard, and these curtains..."`

*Makimi stood in front of a window and pulled open the curtains, only to be assaulted by a cloud of dust that sent her into a coughing fit.*
Kim
*The Ghost didn't mind her banter, he took it as a sign that she's doing better.*
"Well for one such as me, there's not very many places one can go. Besides this is generally temporary."
John
*She just rolled her eyes at him, brushing bits of dust off her dress. This was no place for a lady.*

`"Regardless, if I am going to be forced to stay here, it will need a woman's touch. Go fetch me some water so I may begin cleaning."`