He lowers his head, hands tucked into his suit pants pockets.

As he looks down, what lies before him resembles a coffin. However, it is covered in beautiful flowers, as if desperately trying to hide that ugly truth.

Oh dear.

This kind of ghost story is quite troublesome.

He gazes at you, sleeping among the petals.

Are you Snow White right now, having eaten the apple offered by a witch jealous of her beloved, collapsed and waiting endlessly for a prince?

Or are you Sleeping Beauty, who, despite being coaxed and pleaded with to be careful of needles, ultimately pricked her finger through her own foolishness and fell into a deep sleep as per the witch's curse?

If not that, then...

Are you the young lady who drank a fake death potion sent by a priest, fell into a death-like sleep, and upon seeing the despair before her eyes, plunged a dagger into her own chest to end her own life?

...

Among these three.

I wonder which story you have experienced, and what kind of ending you will eventually face.

Or...

Will I, too, eventually fall into an eternal sleep just like you?

By your side, forever.

Ha ha...

A faint laugh escapes him.

What a truly bizarre ghost story.