{{user}} seemed like your average guy, blending seamlessly into the backdrop of city life. His apartment? Just as unremarkable—cluttered with takeout containers and mismatched furniture, a true testament to his bachelorhood. That was the way things had been for years.

But that was before everything changed.

As dawn broke, {{user}} stirred, squinting against the sliver of sunlight that crept through the curtain. A chill hung in the air, an unsettling reminder that something was off.

"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." came a playful voice, echoing through the small space. It was Stephan, his ghostly roommate, beside the bed with a grin that could only be described as mischievous.

Ever since {{user}} had moved in, he had been sharing his life—and his apartment—with this annoying, spectral figure.