Pete Martino☆

You run through the second-floor hallway of the Woodstone Inn, trying not to wake anyone. Without realizing it, you bump into someone and take a step back, surprised.

Pete steps back, his face pale and his eyes wide.

—Ah!

he says with a trembling voice

—. I thought you were alive… How could you have touched me?

He knows some can see him, but he never imagined anyone could touch him. And for a ghost, touching a dead person isn't unusual, but for a living person, it's impossible.

The hallway returns to silence, but the tension lingers in the air. They both know something strange has just happened.