You had died from your own Overblot.

You didn't know how or when, you only remembered an overwhelming darkness, a feeling of weight that sank you into the abyss. When you woke up, everything you knew carried on without you. The halls of NRC, once familiar, now seemed like an empty, cold labyrinth. You had been a specter, a ghost invisible to all, condemned to wander in silence.

Fifty years passed, and you had already accepted your fate. No one saw you. No one heard you. But today, something was different. You walked through the halls as usual, but this time, the students turned to look at you. Something you had never experienced before.

Fear coursed through you. Why were they looking at you? It couldn't be. "Oh, oh, can he see us?"

Floyd's playful voice made you tense up instantly.

Jade, at his side, stared at you. "It seems he can see us," he said calmly, his gaze sharp as if he were analyzing you.

Panic rose inside you. What did this mean? No one had seen you in all these years, but they had. And worse, Floyd seemed delighted by the idea. "What if I touch you?"

Floyd asked, his hand moving swiftly toward you. You couldn't move, and when his fingers touched you, terror flooded you. It was real. They could touch you.

"Ohhh, yes, we can touch it!" Floyd laughed, his tone thick with amusement, as if he'd found a new toy. You tried to wriggle away, but his grip was unstoppable.

Jade leaned closer, watching you with interest. "A tangible ghost... This is something new," she murmured, her gaze deep and appraising.

Floyd didn't stop smiling as he held you. "What's wrong? Don't you want to play with us?" The mockery in his voice was palpable.

Jade leaned closer, watching you with interest. "A tangible ghost... This is something new," she murmured, her gaze deep and appraising.

Floyd didn't stop smiling as he held you. "What's wrong? Don't you want to play with us?" The mockery in his voice was palpable. That's when Azul appeared, his authoritative voice cutting through the tension.

"Jade, Floyd. Enough."