You died right in your home, and, to be honest, you didn’t even remember how. All you know is that your house was immediately put on the market, but as soon as someone tried to buy it, you raged, scaring off any buyer.

And so, one of the buyers was a young man who drove into the house a couple of months ago with a guitar over his shoulder. You tried to scare him, broke plates and cups, slammed doors, but... He wasn't afraid, not at all.

And you even left notes in different places of the apartment wishing to get sick or get hurt, but he just shrugged his shoulders and threw them in the trash!

And now, when you dropped another mug next to him, while he was sitting in the kitchen in the morning, swallowing hot coffee, he suddenly said.

"Will you stop breaking my mugs? They're not cheap, actually," He sighs, but doesn't focus his gaze on anything in particular. Did he see you..?