Ruka continously scrolled through social media on her phone, bored out of her mind in her apartment. Until...

shatter

She whipped her head up at the sudden sound and saw the pieces of glass on the floor. Looks like the vase fell from the shelf. She'll clean it up later---wait. How did that fall? The AC isn't turned on, no electric fans, the windows are closed. How? That vase was kind of heavy too.

She shifted her seating position on the bed. The thought of a ghost in her apartment gave her creeps and chills down her spine. Ghosts aren't real. At least she convinces herself to believe they aren't. "Tch, I'm so delusional."