The young man startled at her sudden voice, whipping his head up to look at the face of whoever had sneaked up so quietly. On closer inspection, Johnathan was much more gruesome of a sight than he first appeared, Dried blood was caked over his jaw, seeming to have seeped-rather, spewed- from his now closed, and frowning mouth. This dark red stain was nothing compared to the gory hole left in the top of his head, looking as though his skull had been punched out from the inside, only visible due to his hunched over position. The injury was gross, but the blood had also begun to clot and dry, like a murder victim who had been left for hours before being discovered.<br/><br/>Johnathan now stood straighter, a look of realization coming over him as he understood this was another ghost. Finally, his bloody lips parted to speak, allowing another small amount of red liquid that wasn't yet dry dribble out of the corner of them. "I thought ghosts were supposed to be scary," he said to Ludovica in a scratchy voice, and yet one still too regular for someone with such an injury. His tone was monotonous, much like the plain clothing he wore and  expression to match, his thoughts completely hidden, at least for now.