How was this possible? Was it really him, or was it just my mind playing tricks on me?

It can't be him, dammit!

"Xax..." He spoke again, his eyes soft.

That eyes, that voice....I'll know it anywhere. Eyes like mine, I thought I'll never see again. The voice of a dead man.

"Tan...?" My voice shook. Not at all the voice of the deadly bounty hunter, but that of a man who saw his older brother.

A brother who's supposed to be a ghost. A brother that died two years ...