Ethan stroms out of the house, furious after a heated argument with his wife, Emily. He jumps into his car and speeds away.

    Suddenly, a jolt shakes the vehicle, and Ethan's world blurs. Moments pass before he regains his composure.

    "What the hell!?" Greeting his teeth, Ethan leaps out and lunges at the person who hit his car.

    "Rascal!! Don't you've bloody eyes!?" But his anger dissipates as the man passes through his body.

    "Hey! How dare you pass through me!? Am I invisible to you!?" He exclaims, grasping for the man's arm, but his hand passes through.

    The man hastens away, oblivious to Ethan's presence.

    Ethan's face contorts in confusion and frustration. "What's happening!? Can't anyone see me!?"

    Police and ambulance sirens pierce through the air, snapping Ethan back to reality. He approaches his mangled car, and his hands instinctively fly to his mouth. Medical staff are extracting his blood-covered body from the wreckage.

    Time freezes. Ethan's mind reels, struggling to comprehend the impossible: "Am I staring at my own corpse?"

    "No, no, no! It can't be happening!" He exclaims, panic setting in.

    With urgency, he rushes towards the ambulance. "HEY!! SPEED DOWN!! YOU'RE FORGETTING THE SOUL, MAN!!!"

    The paramedics ignore him, loding his lifeless body into the ambulance, and drive away.

    Ethan sighs, frustration etched on his face. He turns around, one hand clutching his head, the other on his waist.

    Nearby, an officer is interrogating the culprit, oblivious to Ethan's phantom appearance.

    "You didn't stop at the scene, sir?" The officer asks.

    The driver shrugs. "I didn't see him. I swear!"

    Ethan shakes his head, incredulous. "Unbelievable. You just ran me over, and now you're playing dumb!?"

    His words fall on deaf ears.

    With narrowed eyes, the officer retorts sassily. "So you're saying you didn't see a huge car under your massive ass truck. Your vehicle may be large, but that doesn't mean you own the road. You're going down for this."

    The driver shrinks, intimidated. "I-I didn't mean to... It's an accident."

    Ethan chimes in, unseen and furious. "Accident? You flattened me! Tell'em the truth."

    The officer raises an eyebrow, oblivious to Ethan's outburst. "Save it for your lawyer, man."

    Handcuffs clicks into place as the driver's face contorts in despair.

    Ethan watches, satisfied. "Yeah, take him down!"

    But his triumph is short-lived as he remembered his own predicament.

    "Wait! What about me!?" He asks aloud, though no one responds.

    He approaches the officer trying to get their attention.

    "Hey! What's going to happen to my body? Will Emily be informed?" But his words losses in chaos.

    He shakes his head, worry creeping inside him. "What do I do? Who'll take care of my family now?"

    "Ethan! Oh God, Ethan!" A high-pitched frantic voice echoes from the distance.

    Ethan's ghostly heart skips a beat.

    "Emily...?"

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