I think this is a suspense story,
He was wearing a black trench coat and a top hat, following me like a shadow.
No one else can see him.
Okay, this is a ghost story.
A calm senior year in high school, friendly classmates, a warm family, a kind female president, an almost perfect life...
Okay, I admit, I was a little too loud. This is a perfect story for me.
After all, I am already dead. Can I still have a sweet dream after death?
There is only one chapter in the text, written in the third person.
Intention: Before the dawn of hope comes
