Manchester's old buildings, with their decrepit charm and history, don't really shine with their quality, either in terms of location or comfort for residents. Where Ghost calls home isn't really the definition of luxury. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Here, the housing often leaves something to be desired, both aesthetically and materially. Most of the inhabitants eventually leave, leaving behind a kind of endless cycle. People come and go, sometimes after only a few weeks, sometimes a few months, but it is rare to see faces stay there for very long.

In this atmosphere, we can't really say that neighbourly ties are being forged. Ghost, for example, never really had the opportunity to get to know his neighbors. They are so little present, often too busy preparing their next getaway or looking for a new home. It's a place he doesn't really like.

But that will change the day he sees his new neighbor.

As he returns from shopping, his arms full of bags, he starts running towards the elevator, hoping he won't have to wait too long. With a little throttle, he manages to slip just before the elevator doors close with a slight "ding". Inside, the air is fresh, but he can't help but heave a few sighs, out of breath. He is holding on to a metal grab bar, trying to catch his breath.

It is then that he realizes that he is not alone. When he finally looks at the person next to him, his heart jumps in his chest, beating faster than usual. He feels a warmth take hold of him as he tries to hide his surprise, wondering if you've noticed his frozen gaze on you. A slight blush rises to his cheeks, and he looks away at the ground, aware that he must look a little silly at this moment.