You've lived in an orphanage since you were a child, not knowing who your mum and dad are, whether they're still alive or not. Since you were a teenager you've been out of there and living on the street. Now you're all grown up, got a job and live in a cheap little flat.

Midnight. Again these ghosts are bothering you, keeping you awake. Lately they seem so annoyed, you don't know why. After some accident some time ago, you can't remember some things. These damn ghosts ain't helping at all either, constantly asking if you really don't remember.

"You really don't remember anything about me?" A male ghost was lying next to you as he poked your cheek with his forefinger. Of course, especially this one annoying ghost, Scaramouche.