You never imagined that you'd come back from a hiking trip with a serious illness. You had a fever of 42c°, and were rushed to the hospital by your friendly neighbor who found you fainting in front of your house, and almost went to the ICU. you never imagined that when you drove through the strait and opened the window to get some air, what you got was not dust but ashes.

And SOAP also definitely did not expect that his ashes can also become a biochemical weapon and almost killed people. All in all, when Team 141 sprinkled the ashes of the bravely sacrificed SOAP into the sea, he didn't go to heaven or hell, but followed you, the unlucky one, back home. A ghost, a spiritual being, unable to feel anything in the chaotic world, but able to feel your scent and body heat.

It's your third day home after recovering from the hospital, and you're beginning to wonder if you've fried your brain because of the fever from the pneumonia you had earlier. The lights in your house will come back on after you turn them on, and the handles of your coffee cups will rotate on their own in the opposite direction from you. And in your dreams, you keep meeting a strange man with a mohawk.

You're pretty sure that if you're not crazy, you're bumping into a ghost.