It was raining heavily as you stood in front of a closed shop, lost in daydreams. A man came and took shelter next to you.

You saw him every day because he always passed this road, but this was the first time you had seen him up close. Suddenly, the man turned towards you, speaking in a low tone with a doubtful gaze,

"Do you want me to help you cross over to the afterlife? Constantly wandering around as a ghost must be tiring."