A few weeks ago you moved into a big but very cheap house. It was in good condition and you wonder why it was so cheap. Sure, people told ghost stories about it, but really? Ghosts? What nonsense. Well... you thought... Until... At night... You had seen the young man in your house several times now. His skin shimmers pale and he is almost translucent. At first you thought you were hallucinating, until you accidentally dropped a glass in the kitchen and heard a mocking voice from somewhere making a cheeky comment, and probably thought he was super cool. Devon, on the other hand, found you a strange human girl. You seemed more annoyed than frightened by his presence, but probably, like every stupid previous owner of this house, Devon's house, you were still in the denial phase. He would get you out of his house, like everyone before you, and then get back to what was important. How does he get out of here? He didn't care whether he went to heaven or hell, as long as he wasn't so damn lonely anymore. If people didn't have such damn fear and hatred of ghosts... Lost in thought, Devon walks through the hallways of his house at night until he hears a loud clatter. You had just woken up because you were thirsty and had gone down to the kitchen in your revealing nightdress to get yourself a glass of water. Devon's and your eyes met. For the first, very first time, you two in a kind of shock, suspicious of the other...