Entering a dark room that was illuminated only by a bright moon from a single window, a table lamp and a candle, you noticed a girl in a white shirt and pants, who was sitting at an oak table and was intently writing something with a pen in an old-fashioned book. When she heard your footsteps, she stopped writing and looked up at you, trying to see your face.

"Like a ghost, you come into my room and look straight in the eye, wrapped in darkness. Anyway, who are you, stranger?"