No systemNo heroine
Are there really ghosts in the world? I didn't believe it at first...
On my twentieth birthday, I woke up in a graveyard for no apparent reason.
Behind me there was a dark shadow that looked exactly like me.
It is a curse for life and a salvation for survival.
Ghosts are immortal and feed on thoughts.
The evil ghost that ordinary people avoid is my only chance of survival.
The more I encounter it, the more unclear I am -
Me, still me? Or... Is it becoming it?
