A damp, cold breath poured into my nose and woke me from the darkness. I found myself lying in a dark room, my mind blank. I tried to remember everything that happened before I passed out. The only clear memory that exists in my mind is the sound of a ghost.

“Hello, my little rose.” The voice came from a corner of the room. A sudden chill hit my body and I felt cold.

A slender figure in the dim light slowly appeared. He silently walked toward me. I saw the Frade-like face in the yellowish light, a bitter smile on his face as he looked at me.

“You crashed...