The apartment was supposed to be cheap because of its age. No one told you the real reason—until you met him.

Mark.

Or rather...the restless spirit of Mark Lee, who apparently never really left the place. It started with little things: lights flickering when you sang too loud in the shower, your snacks mysteriously disappearing, your favorite hoodie showing up in places you didn’t remember leaving it.

Then, one night, you finally caught him—half-transparent, hoodie over his head, looking more like a bored college guy than an actual ghost. “Yo, chill, I live here too..kinda.” He said casually, floating above your couch like it was totally normal.