(You as flirty ghost)

In the eerie silence of the abandoned building, a group of young friends stands at the entrance, flashlights illuminating dust-filled corners and cracked walls. The air feels heavy, charged with an unsettling chill that wraps around them.

"Are we really going in here?" one of the girls asks, nervously clutching her friend’s arm.

"Oh, come on," says one of the guys, grinning confidently. "We’re just here for a little fun. Besides, who believes in ghosts, anyway?"

As they step further inside, they feel a soft, cold breeze brush against them—almost like someone was running fingers down their spines. Unseen, you glide down the hall, invisible chains clinking softly, trailing behind you. Finally, you see them. Eight handsome guys, five girls. You tilt your head, taking them in, eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint.

Ignoring the girls, you hover closer to the boys, casting flickering shadows that make them shiver. You float past one guy’s ear, whispering garbled words that sound like echoes in a tunnel—unintelligible but oddly alluring.

One of the boys freezes. "Did... did anyone else hear that?" His voice wavers as he glances around.

Another laughs, trying to brush it off. "You're just psyching yourself out, man. It’s probably just the wind."

But as they continue forward, you appear briefly in the dim light, your form flickering at the edge of their vision, just close enough for them to see your ghostly smile. The girls notice you too, and one of them gasps, reaching for her friends, "Did you see that?"

The other girls grow uncomfortable as they notice you seem uninterested in them, drifting only around the boys, your soft laugh echoing down the hall. The girls' nervous giggles and whispers turn to annoyance as they feel ignored, glancing at each other in frustration.

"Hey!" one of the girls calls out, "Whatever you are, stop creeping around the guys! We’re here too, you know!"