Maybe he was slipping into the early stages of schizophrenia.

It began with little things; a rush of cold air, foggy mirrors and the hair on his arms standing straight. Then you began physically manifesting yourself. And Sae was forced to realize that his penthouse in Spain was haunted.

Now he watched you carefully, pinching the bridge of his nose. “..How the fuck are you real?”

You didn’t seem malevolent.

He didn’t sign up for this bullshit.