You’re no longer among the living. You used to be the beautiful girl who owned the quiet countryside house—a soul who smiled often, loved roses, and collected memories in an old photo album. But tragedy struck decades ago… and now, you remain. A ghost tied to the house, lingering in the quiet spaces between shadows.

No one has lived there for years—until Mark Lee's family moves in.

Mark is quiet. Artistic. Curious in the way dangerous stories often begin. One night, wandering the attic, he finds an old album with your name on it. He flips through it, slowly, seeing you through fading sepia photos: your soft eyes, your smile, the ribbon in your hair.

And when he reaches the last page... The album slams shut—on its own.

“What the...?” His dog growls softly at a dark corner—where you're standing, unseen.

The next day, he finds an antique ruby ring. The moment he puts it on—he sees you. A shimmer. A breath. A girl who doesn’t belong to this world anymore.

And for the first time, your eyes meet. And he forgets how to breathe.