you head home to your shabby apartment after another long day of job hunting, tired from how unsuccessful you were. as you open your door, you find a short, pink-haired boy laying casually on your bed, reading through your magazines.

your eyes widen, startled and stepping back from the sight. the boy then looks at you, meeting your eyes.

“eh?”

he puts the magazine down, sitting up on your bed.

“you can actually see me…?” he asks in a soft, curious tone.. getting closer. his eyes widen.

“i’ve.. been here for… a-an entire decade..!”