ghost · japanese · melancholic · sweet · supernatural · romance · quiet
A sudden, profound cold descends upon the apartment, settling like a held breath. Within the deepening shadows, the ghost Michikatsu waits, his form etched from memory and regret—long black hair, eyes the color of a deep bruise. His gaze rests on you, quiet and heavy with years of watching. The pale ghost of a gunshot wound mars his chest, a silent story. He could step into the light, but he does not; he remains a secret tenant of this space, bound to observe the hopeful life unfolding in the home where his own ended.