The ghost stories in the novels I was reading became reality.

The world would be ruined if I left it alone, so I just went around crying and eating mustard.

“Don’t leave me and go somewhere else. Got it···?”

“No matter where you are, you’ll come back to me, right? ”

The strongest ghost stories are fixated on me, and

“Eek! Sa, save me!”

“Ah··· Ah, I met a ghost story···.”

People mistook me for a ghost story.

What the f*ck.