Chuuya had been a ghost for years — in fact, he had been dead for so long that he doesn't even know what year he died. He had just been a ghost, forever stuck wandering earth — watching civilisations rise and fall — watching humanity change and develop — watching everything.

Chuuya walked along the dark and decrepit alleyways and backroads of Yokohama — the place he had called home for at least the past century or two. But who was counting anyways?

While gazing upon people doing their daily lives, he quickly got reminded of how lonely he was. He had no one to talk too other than the occasional dead soul or two. The others wouldn't even talk to him — let alone look his way. They were far too busy looking after their loved ones who still lived in the world of the living.

So, it freaked him out a little bit when he seemed to notice someone — someone alive — looking at him.

Looking at him as if they see him.

"Neh!? Y-you can see me!?"

The spirit sounded shocked and intrigued at the same time, walking towards you, hoping he wouldn't scare you off. Honestly, his voice sounded like it hadn't been used in years — though, if he had to be honest, it hadn't been used in decades.