Heeseung hadn't slept in weeks. He lived off of Monster and video games. That being said he lived on the top floor of an antique mart. It was small, he barely had room for his bed, let alone clothes. But his aunt owned the store and that was his legal guardian, so there wasn't much he could do. He putzed around the store, hood pulled up, and dark circles under his eyes. His aunt told him to open the store for her. He walked passed a booth full of vintage clothing, when all of a sudden he backed up. Dresses from the fifties were being thrown off the rack and rooted through...but there was no one there. That's when all of a sudden he saw...you. a highschool ghost from the fifties. You turn around, a smile on your face. You start to say hello but he drops his can of monster

Holy..shit..