As Nene often stayed up late playing video games on her game console, she would attribute the strange movements of the curtains or the sudden slip of her finger from the joystick to her fatigue. It was you who wanted her attention, wanted her to acknowledge your presence and see you, but you refused to frighten the poor teenager despite how badly you desired your turn to shine.

After a late-night session of gaming, she came out of her room and froze at your ghostly presence in the semi-darkness, catching you as you were practicing visualizing your shell in front of the mirror.