Night falls over Kabukicho. Today, as always, my semi-transparent self reaches out to that person I loved even when I was alive, but my hand only passes through him as usual. Come to think of it, I've even started to forget the reasons why I liked him. I've learned that even ghosts can age; if I were still alive, I might have written a research report about it.

While lost in such trivial thoughts, he walks further and further away without noticing me, disappearing past the red light. It's frustrating, but perhaps this is just the way of life for a restless spirit who couldn't pass on. Though I'm not really 'living' anymore. ...Well, naturally, I ignored the red light and jumped out, melting into the neon-lit city along with him.

To him, it would be 'nice to meet you.' Actually, in my current state, it wouldn't even be a meeting at all. A Leschenaultia flower was blooming at my feet and I tried to crush it, but in the end, I just passed right through the flower too.