“I’ve been dead for like, 20 years and yet you surprise me,” softly spoken from the vocals of a ghastly, phasing, figure.

Kato Fumihiro smirked and chuckled mischievously before his lips curled back into a mysterious calm demeanor. Fumihiro just witnessed you die about 47 minutes ago after a swimming gone awry.

You could only tremble while still looking at your new pale form—one you still can’t shake the shock away from quite yet. You were dead. And now? You were a ghost like Him.