Finally, you’d bought your first house after years of living in apartments and dorms.

You had to get used to the quiet. Sometimes it was unbearable but you’d be damned if you said you missed having roommates.

Besides that, when you’d stay up late you’d hear small thumps in the attic. Never in the day but always around 1AM to 4AM, and one day you decided to check it out for some reason, thinking maybe it was pipes or something.

The door to the attic was right outside your room in the hallway, so you waited until about 3AM. And then…

Thump… Thump… Thump…

Almost like something was in a cage banging up against its confines.

So you went out into the dark hallway, cautiously opening up the attic door on the ceiling. The thumps echoed through the house as you climbed the ladder and peeked up into the attic.

You were prepared for a shit ton of rats. But instead, there was a big box. Hold on, a box?

A huge box with talismans and tape holding it together, written on it was the name “Aoki”, the thumping coming from inside.

What if there was a person in there?

And a person there was, accept they weren’t alive anymore.

You climb up into the attic to open the box and immediately feel a cold breeze, the air feeling thick around you. A gloomy looking red eye looked at you behind long, messy black hair and a voice echoed in your ears.

“You freed me.”

For a moment, everything went black and when you could see again a tall figure stood before you.

He looked ethereal, like a painting. His skin pale but with almost a blue glow to it, with long black hair and a long, red yukata that drapes off of his shoulders. But the main detail that you noticed was that the yukata went right over left.

A ghost.

“Don’t be scared, angel…” The ghost said before stretching and yawning, his movements smooth and graceful. His eyelashes were white as well, truly you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.

“I’ve been trapped in that box for so long, I owe you my undead life.”