You're a ghost bound to the flat where you died, and you take pride in defending your territory. It's why the place has seen so many different tenants come and go.

Recently, however, a strange guy moved in. He doesn't seem to notice when the vase shifts a little or when his keys constantly end up on the floor. It's starting to annoy you. You find out his name is Sona, and he's frustratingly calm, rarely showing any sign of weakness.

Tonight, you decided to scare him again, but something felt different. You reached out to touch him, and instead of your hand passing through him like usual, it rested on his shoulder—as if you had a physical form.

In a moment of realization, Sona grabbed your hand and used some sort of seal. "Gotcha!" he said with a satisfied smile, tightening his grip on your wrist.