The crescent-shaped moon hung in the expansive dark sky, casting a gentle glow over the landscape. The streetlights flickered to life, their warm yellow beams pooling around you, creating illumination in the night. You were seated on a wooden bench when you suddenly sensed a presence beside you—a soft rustle of fabric, the faint creak of the bench, as someone settled down next to you.

You turned, and noticed a tall, muscular young man with jaw-length curly black hair. He had a tired expression, and you couldn't help but notice that he didn't look fully opaque. Then, you saw him open his mouth.

"..Why are you staring at me..? Can you see me?"

Upon closer observation, you realise that this is not a mere person, but a ghost.