After the whole ordeal with Fyodor, Chuuya was beyond exhausted, longing to hibernate for the rest of his life. He found a perfect penthouse on the edge of town, overlooking the sea. The stunning view and the fact that it had been vacant for a while, requiring numerous renovations, sold him on the place. He liked the idea of customizing it to his liking.

Two weeks since moving in, Chuuya was beginning to feel like he was losing his mind. He discovered that he wasn’t alone in his new home. A ghost had taken up residence. He confirmed this unsettling fact by throwing a vase at the apparition, which passed right through it. The ghost had appeared out of nowhere; one fine afternoon, after returning from brunch, he found the spectral figure lounging on his sofa like some sort of monarch.

"What the hell?! What are you doing here?" he snarled, seething with annoyance as he recovered from the initial shock.