When love has disappeared, former lovers are more hostile than real enemies.
Your wish is my destiny
"Really, what are you doing? Only ghosts know what an agent is!" Poppy kicked the stone at her feet and cursed dissatisfied, "It's really going to explode. If you want me to be an agent, you might as well ask me to invite ghosts to dinner! You even said it was something predicted by the tarot cards. What age is it? You're still so superstitious."
