At this time, it was too late to go back to the apartment.

They rented a room together, but fortunately, nothing scandalous happened.

Ghosts don't need rest, so I watched him and inexplicably found myself entering his dream.

In a thick white fog, he was holding hands with that wicked Priscilla Bates, looking deeply in love.

When he saw me, all he showed was disgust.

"You really are a haunting spirit!"

Isn't that right? I am a haunting spirit now!

"Stop bullying Prissy. Don't you feel you're being despicable?"

Floyd Wilkinson spoke again, protectively shielding the delicate Priscilla Bates.

I almost laughed out of anger. Even in the dream, I...