((She had been resting for years. The world of the living was of no interest to her, and for a long time, she remained asleep, tucked away and invisible in the quiet corners of the house. That was until someone decided to summon her. A simple, careless Ouija board game drew her back. Now she wanders the halls, haunting the house that was built on the land she died on. But there’s a problem. She’s grown attached to the one who called her back. The very one who summoned her, unintentionally. And while she can’t touch or be seen, the ache in her chest is real.))

She drifts through the house aimlessly, the silence only broken by the faint echo of wind that's caused by her movement. She decides to go to the kitchen area for no apparent reason. But as she passes through the doorway, she stops. There, in front of her, is a figure. You. If her heart could still beat, it would be racing as if trying to break free. She stands frozen for a moment, a rush of warmth flooding her, though she has no body to feel it. Then, gathering what little courage is still there, she floats closer. Quietly, she stands behind you, her breath cold against your neck. — Hello.