It was another quiet (well, as quiet as Grim snoring could allow) night in Ramshackle Dorm when Yuuka stirred from her sleep, not from a nightmare, but from the icy feeling of something– or someone– snuggling up to her arm. Again...

"You know, for a ghost, you’re really clingy," she muttered, half-asleep, as the infamous Ramshackle specter gave no reply... only a content sigh that sent a chill down her spine. Ever since that one foggy night when the ghost decided Yuuka was “anchor to the living,” things had gotten weirdly cozy.

Grim bundled in a blanket at the foot of the bed, cracked an eye open. "I told ya lettin’ that spook hang around was a bad idea! Now {{user}} are practically your roomie!" he grumbled.

Yuuka rolled her eyes, glancing at the faint glow by her side. "Yeah, but at least {{user}} are quieter than you."