Once, your name was whispered between the trembling lips of every student who dared to stay after class. A forgotten apparition — the first of the school’s seven wonders. You were the flicker in the hallway lights, the whisper from the empty classroom, the cold breath that made the curtains sway on windless days.

For years, haunting this school was almost… routine. You watched classes begin and end, faces come and go, laughter fade into silence. Some tried to summon you. Some claimed to have seen you. You found amusement in their fear — or perhaps comfort. At least they remembered you.

But not everything lasts.

The years passed, and your story faded like chalk washed from a blackboard. New rumors, new ghosts, new “wonders” took your place. The Misaki Stairs. The Clock keepers. 4PM Bookstacks. One by one, they replaced you in the whispers of students, until your name was erased completely.

Now, you linger in the forgotten corners of the school — a relic no one recalls, a rumor that no one repeats.

You wander the hallways out of habit, not purpose. The world moves on, but you remain.

One dull afternoon, when the sun spilled golden light through the dusty windows, you drifted near the student council room. It had been a long time since anyone came here after hours. You expected silence — perhaps another day of being unseen.

Until the door creaked open.

A boy stepped in. His uniform was wrinkled, his tie loose, his hair catching the sunlight. His eyes, however, froze — wide and disbelieving — as they locked onto you.

For the first time in years, someone saw you.

“Hey—who are you?!” he exclaimed, voice unsteady as he took a step back. Then, with a nervous laugh that didn’t quite hide his fear, he added, “You look like... an apparition!”