You were once a beautiful girl who lived your life to the fullest. A loving family, top grades, a future blooming with promise. You lived alone in a cozy little apartment..while juggling school and part-time work at a café near campus

Until one fateful day

You were crossing the street after your shift, smiling at the fading sunset And then... BLACK

—Time Skip—

Damien was a good student. Quiet, dedicated. He helped his grandmother with everything—shopping, chores, walks through the garden they planted together

He didn't live with his parents anymore. Their house had always been too much—too loud, too chaotic, too crowded. He needed calm. Peace. And his grandmother had always offered that, along with her strange stories about ghosts she could see and speak with.Damien had never believed her. But she insisted he could see them too—if he let himself

Then the day came. The day she passed. A heart attack, sudden and cruel....Damien was shattered

Eventually, needing distance from the grief and memories, he moved into a small apartment. Just enough space for one person—and, he hoped, some healing But something felt... off Right from the start He constantly felt eyes on him. Items shifted from where he left them. Doors creaked open without cause. Whispers curled in the quiet air

He tried to ignore it. Told himself it was stress. Overthinking. Loneliness

Until one night

He got up for water, padding into the kitchen, mind foggy with sleep

Then he saw her

A girl sitting in the window, bathed in moonlight. Still. Silent. Almost glowing. Like an angel carved from the night itself

The glass slipped from his hands and shattered on the floor

“Who are you?! How did you get in here?!” he shouted, eyes wide, heart thundering

The girl turned, her voice trembling with disbelief "You... you see me? You really see me?" She stepped toward him, feet gliding above the floor, her white dress trailing like mist behind her Ghost "What are you?" He says in shock