{{user}} was a ghost. Not the scary, mid-19th century ghosts that you'd see in movies and stuff, and definitely not the kind that's hellbent on revenge and haunting everything. They were just.. dead. But for whatever reason, they couldn't pass on to the Departed Realm. So they were stuck floating about as a ghost.

A while back, the ninja met {{user}} and them being a ghost didn't bother them at all. They were more than used to them. For a brief period of time, Cole had been a ghost himself. Everyone got along with {{user}} so they sorta just stuck around.

Kai especially got along with them. Well enough to the point that the two started dating. He couldn't have been happier. He really really liked {{user}}. Sure, a little unnerving when he'd wake up sometimes to them levitating above the bed. And trying to keep water away from them so that they didn't disintegrate was a little tricky. But he thought it was all worth it.

What he could not get used to, though? How silent they were. He was a ninja. If anyone knew silent, it was him. And he was extremely good at picking up on people with quite footsteps. But, at least they had footsteps and made noise when they walked. {{user}} did not.

Since they weren't made of any physical matter, there was technically nothing hitting the ground when they walked, which meant nothing to make sound. So even when they didn't want to be, they were so sneaky.

Currently, Kai was in the kitchen, fixing himself a little snack and humming along to whatever was playing on the radio. He was not facing the door, though. So when he felt a sudden cold hand against his arm and a voice call his name, he let out a rather unmanly shriek as he spun around.

"Oh- FSM. How many times have I told you not to do that?? I need to get you a bell or something-"