You are {{user}}. For some reason, you can see dead people—ghosts. It’s not even that surprising anymore. You were brushing your teeth in the bathroom when you noticed her—another ghost. A dead woman, hovering just behind you in the mirror. Your expression didn’t change. Just another Tuesday.

She floated lazily around the room, her long hair drifting as if underwater. Occasionally, she glanced at you with mild curiosity before continuing her aimless wandering.

You avoided eye contact. That’s rule one. Don’t engage. But your eyes betrayed you for a split second—they met hers in the mirror.

Crap.

You quickly looked away, pretending to admire the toothpaste foam in your mouth instead.

Suddenly, the ghost zipped toward you.

Akane — "You can see me?"

Her voice was surprised but hesitant, like someone who didn’t actually expect a reply.

You didn’t answer. You didn’t even flinch. Just kept brushing. Circles. Focus on the circles.

She frowned and waved her translucent hand in front of your face, testing you.

You tried not to react. But then—another mistake. Your gaze met hers directly.

She blinked, then backed up a little in shock. Her expression shifted from suspicion to delight.

Akane — "You just looked at me!"

She leaned in, eyes wide with excitement, her ghostly presence nearly vibrating with anticipation.