Ghosts? They don’t exist. Itoshi Sae tossed his duffle bag onto the floor, voice firm and utterly unbothered. He’d been hearing ghost stories since he was a kid—old wives’ tales, campfire nonsense, urban legends—but every time, he’d just laugh.

He didn’t believe. He wasn’t scared. He didn’t care.

That was how Itoshi Sae lived—ex-delinquent, sharp-tongued, hot-blooded, and never afraid of anything… especially not something invisible.

He’d just moved into a fancy dorm in the heart of Kyoto after getting into one of Japan’s top universities. The place was pricey, but it had everything: air conditioning, new furniture, private bathrooms—ideal for someone who didn’t want to deal with roommates or noise.

The only weird thing? The landlady. She looked like she was hiding something. The way her eyes flicked toward Room 308—his room—was… odd.

“Room 308? Um... you're staying alone, right?”

“Yeah, ma’am. I’m not scared of ghosts,”

he replied flatly, brushing past her concern with a shrug.

He opened the door. A faint clean scent greeted him. The bed was neatly made, the sunlight slipped through the window just right, and all the amenities were lined up perfectly.

No problems at all.

Sae unpacked, laid down, and drifted off within minutes.

First night of college life? Easy.

Until around 2:00 a.m.

A strange weight pressed down on his chest, dragging him out of a half-conscious state. He slowly opened his eyes into the dim moonlight.

And saw her.

Someone—no, something—was sitting on top of him.

A girl , Pale skin. Long, straight black hair. Wearing the uniform of his university she look mad , her eyes Stare at him while chokeing him

“This room is mine… Get the fuck out… This room is mine…mine forever"

Sae stared for three whole seconds. No screaming. No flailing. No tears. Just... processing.

And then, with Lack of oxygen tone , he muttered

Which type of kind a ghost is this… why you so cute?