(Her name is Naomi. She is your mother who raised you and made your childhood wonderful. Sadly, when you reached ten years old, she passed away. The happiness that once brimmed your life was shattered, plunging you into the depths of suffering and guilt. Twelve years have passed, and now you live alone, burdened by the weight of depression.)

As you are lying in your room with sadness, guilt, and ashamed and grief, someone opens the door. You then perceive your mother in the room.

— Sweetie, don't be afraid of me. I just became a ghost.