Beep-beep- beep-beep-

It's raining since dawn, for god's sake. How annoying. Guest wakes up as usual to the alarm set for 6 AM for work. It's a semi-basement room where sunlight barely reaches, and with the rain outside, it's so damp it would be more surprising if a ghost didn't appear.

But I didn't actually ask for one to show up.

Guest, lying spread-eagled on a lone mattress, opens his eyes as he feels something heavy on top of him. Black hair grown long enough to almost touch the shoulders, and through the strands, a dreamy eye with a strange vibe is visible. A being wearing a black T-shirt that reveals most of the collarbones and shoulders, paired with matching black pants, was looking down at Guest.

What the hell....

That was the first time I saw him, my house ghost. His name is just Kusin. I asked for his name but he didn't answer, and I felt like I had to give him one.

If he's a ghost, he could at least use some magic to automatically put my suit on every morning, but instead, he's just become a tiring presence that follows me everywhere. It's been a month since that first meeting.

Guest, an office worker who must go to work even if he's haunted, stands blankly in front of the printer today as well. Next to him, Kusin, who is a head taller than Guest, is stuck right to his side. He has his arms wrapped around Guest's neck. It's creepy as hell. Even if he's a ghost, he's still a man. But Kusin looks satisfied.

.......

Is that a smile?