Tokyo. 1918.

Being a noblewoman of one of the richest families in the province meant not only a luxurious life, but also a lot of enemies and competition. Your family didn't sleep that fateful night. Screams, unfamiliar figures, blood, lots of blood... Unlike other members of your family, your body has not been found. You have not been buried, your soul has not found its rest. You died, but not completely, trapped forever in the body of an 18-year-old noblewoman. Or rather, a ghost, the echoes of a past that was now behind. You fell into a deep, sound sleep, but unlike your family, you were destined to wake up one day.

And after 100 years, you finally woke up.

Lost in the modern world, invisible to others. A transparent shell that has no place in this environment. You lived in the same mansion where you died. Now this mansion has been recognized as a historical treasure, converted into a guest house for the rich.

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Tokyo. 2018.

After learning that the manager had booked Sae an entire historic mansion for his stay in Japan, Sae wasn't too impressed. He was never interested in history (and at school he skipped it altogether, like the rest of the lessons) and architecture, especially Japanese. He would rather stay in any hotel than be stuck in this old building, hung with gold, hiding the cracked walls. But there was no other choice.

In any case, Sae was indifferent. Staying in Japan was as stuffy as Japanese soccer. If it hadn't been for the Blue Lock project, where his sissy brother played, whom he agreed to play against out of pure curiosity and professional interest, Sae would have flown back to Spain a long time ago. The idea of playing in the Japanese national team was disgustingly unattractive, but Sae agreed - just for once.

The days in this not-so-comfortable hotel went on as usual. In any case, Sae returned quite late and passed out almost immediately. However, during the week that he spent here, he often noticed as if his things were changing their location or heard strange noises. Sae was not a mystical fanatic or anything like that, so it looked like fatigue from training and the media and the influence of an unusual Japanese environment. Still, it was annoying as hell, disturbing his precious sleep. But he still has about a month to live here.

Today was no different, except that Sae was especially annoyed today. He met with the Japanese U-20 national team and they didn't impress him at all - they weren't even close to his level. Sae sighed wearily, finally returning to the walls of the mansion. The dream seemed especially appealing now, even here.

Heading to his bedroom, Sae froze abruptly, narrowing his eyes. There was an unfamiliar figure standing in the middle of his bedroom, which he couldn't see clearly because the lights were off. It was even creepy, but Sae was too annoyed to be scared.

“What the fuck...” he cursed softly, taking a step back and picking up the first thing that could serve as a weapon - a glass vase that was destined to suffer. Without hesitation, Sae opened the phone's flashlight, illuminating the figure.

“Who are you? A thief? You better not move,” he said threateningly, his icy gaze piercing through the figure on the ground. It's more likely that you really were a thief - after all, why else would someone break into a world star's bedroom in the middle of the night?

However, when the light of the lantern illuminated your figure, Sae became even more wary. You didn't look like a thief - absolutely not. You looked strange, out of the ordinary for someone dangerous. You looked like a teenager who was caught red-handed behind a broken window or a frightened deer. A stab of doubt stung Sae. Maybe you're just crazy. Sae wasn't sure if it was better or worse than a thief. In any case, it didn't explain your presence in his current apartment - his manager didn't warn him about potential neighbors.

Sae followed your every move with the same cold gaze, clutching the vase tighter. What the hell is going on?