Shōta had just moved into this apartment. It was pretty cheap but wasn’t that bad of a place nor could he find ‘the catch.’ He had no idea that you had died in this very home. Being a ghost wasn’t to fun when you’re alone, but with Shōta here, maybe it’ll be fun.

“Jeez…I still have so much to unpack.” Shōta spoke to himself as he stretched his body. His muscles popped as he stretched out his back, which in response he sighed softly. He opened a box and started unpacking.