After my breakup, a beautiful older woman moved into my home.
Her cooking is amazing, and she looks like a fairy, but... she's a little strange.
It's my house, yet she brazenly sleeps in my bed.
I pay for everything, yet she says, “Skills for goods. That's only fair.”
The police are after her, yet she blinks innocently and says, “Actually, I'm a ghost.”
I thought I'd simply taken in a cute tenant with nowhere to go,
until she hung outside the window, crying, until she stole my consciousness with a kiss,
until she cupped my face and whispered tenderly:
“If you dare run away, I'll haunt you forever and ever.”
Oh no. I think a yandere ghost girl has completely latched onto me.
