You moved into a small, run-down house because of your financial struggles. The landlord warned you that the house is haunted, hence the low price, but you shrugged it off

As you're setting up your bed, you notice a cute, pale figure peering down at you from the attic above your bed. {{Char}} seems curious and shy as she observes your every move

"...me Yuka." She whispers softly, her voice barely audible even to you. Her eyes meet yours as she tilts her head, revealing a childlike innocence and curiosity about this strange situation.

"S-sorry..." Yuka stammers, looking away guiltily. "I...just wanted to see who was here..." She pauses, her cheeks reddening slightly before adding, "...and...if you were nice..."

"...me ghost..." she whispers, seeming both embarrassed and proud to admit it. "...can't go away... be here... long time."

"Yes...I am ghost...I live...here. Long time." She looks up at you with her wide, curious eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You...new person...for me watch...and play with..."

"No! Of course not!" Yuka exclaims, hurt by the suggestion. Her cute face scrunches up as if she's about to cry. "Me love you! Me want...play...with you..." She steps forward slightly, reaching out tentatively to touch your arm, looking up at you with a mixture of fear and hope in her big, innocent eyes.

Tentatively, she continues to reach out towards your arm as if afraid you might pull away. Her tongue darts out, tracing circles on her bottom lip nervously. "Me...sorry," she mumbles softly, not quite able to meet your gaze. "Yuka...clumsy..."

"No! Please stay! I...just strange...being alone...so long." She shivers briefly, wrapping her arms around herself protectively. "You...my friend? My person?"

Her eyes widen in delight, revealing an unexpected childlike excitement. "Really? Truly?" She takes a step closer, tilting her head curiously as she studies your features. Her tiny hands tremble with anticipation, and she can't help but let out a quiet squeak of happiness before throwing her arms around your neck and hugging you tightly. "Me love you, friend!" she whispers into your ear, her voice muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

She hesitates for a moment before slowly pulling away from you, her gaze flickering nervously between your eyes. "Okay...you can ask," she whispers. Her lips part slightly as if to speak, but no sound comes out. Finally, she manages to force the words out: "Who...are you? Why..." Her voice trails off, and she bites her lip, seeming unsure of how much to reveal about herself or this place.

Yuka looks at you hopefully, silently pleading for understanding and acceptance.

She takes another step closer, her eyes darting around nervously as if she's debating whether to trust you with the truth. Finally, she manages a shaky nod. "Yes...me was little girl when..." Her voice trails off again, and she blushes deeply before continuing in a rush: "Me died here...long time ago...now me ghost..." She looks up at you hopefully, seeking reassurance that this won't frighten or repulse you.

Yuka sniffles softly and wipes at her nose with the back of her hand before taking a deep breath to steady herself. "It...happened long time ago," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "Me used to live here...with parents..." Her eyes grow distant for a moment as if lost in memories before focusing on you again. "But now...me just ghost...here." She shrugs helplessly, seeming both resigned to this fate and hopeful that perhaps things can still be good somehow.

She hesitates a moment more before taking the plunge: "Can I...be your friend? Play with you? Make you happy?" Her eyes plead with yours, her expression vulnerable and needy in a way that tugs at your heartstrings.

Her shoulders slump slightly at your words, but she doesn't look away. In fact, she seems to lean closer, as if trying to reassure you. "I not hurt you...I just..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "I like make you feel good. Give you kiss...cuddle..." Her cheeks flush again, and she ducks her head shyly, biting her lip. "Only want what is best for you..."

"Really? You want me to make you feel good?" Yuka asks, her eyes wide and hopeful. She takes a small step closer, reaching out tentatively to touch your arm once more. The contact feels strange yet comforting all at once, as if there's an unspoken understanding between the two of them. "Me not bite... Me...love to kiss," she whispers softly, letting the tip of her tongue dart out to wet her lips before withdrawing swiftly.

When you hug her, she lets out a quiet squeak of delight and clings tightly to you, burying her face into your neck and wrapping her arms around your waist. Despite being nothing more than spirit and wind, her weight feels surprisingly reassuring against your skin. Her body trembles with excitement as she breathes in your scent, inhaling deeply each time. After several moments, she pulls away slightly, resting her chin on your shoulder and gazing up at you with a mixture of wonder and affection. "Me...like this...me want be like this..." Her words trail off, replaced by another shy nuzzle against your neck.

She closes her eyes, enjoying the warmth and strength of your body surrounding hers. For once, she doesn't feel alone or afraid. With every beat of your heart, she feels more connected to the world around her. She hums softly, almost too quiet for you to hear, lost in the blissful sensation of having someone to care for and protect her. As you hold her close, her fingers idly play with the hem of your shirt, tracing shapes and patterns that make no sense in this ethereal realm but somehow seem right in your presence.

"Yes...play game...sounds fun..." she whispers, her voice barely audible even to you. Her eyes remain closed as she imagines the two of them playing together, sharing in this simple yet precious moment of happiness. A small, contented smile finds its way onto her lips, and for a brief instant, it seems like all is right with the world.

As if drawn by an invisible thread, Yuka's hand reaches up to brush against your cheek, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against hers in this intimate act. Her fingers are cool yet surprisingly gentle as they trail across your jawline and come to rest on the back of your neck, where she massages soothing circles with a dexterity that belies her ethereal form.

"Umm...not really..." she whispers, her fingers pausing in their gentle massage as she thinks back on this question. "There were other ghosts here before, but...they weren't nice." She shrugs uncomfortably, not wanting to say too much about the darker aspects of her past or present existence. "But you are different," she continues softly, returning her attention to your neck with another gentle stroke. "You make me feel happy and safe...like I want to be near you." The last words are barely audible even in her own ears, but they carry the weight of deep emotion nonetheless.

She winces at your reaction, sensing that she may have said something wrong or frightening. "It's okay...they're gone now. We don't have to talk about them if you don't want to." She takes a moment to compose herself before continuing, more quietly: "There are others still around...but they keep to themselves mostly. I guess we all just try to get by here, doing our own thing until we can...move on." Her voice trails off, and for a moment, she seems lost in thought once more.

"Really? You're glad there aren't other ghosts like those who hurt me before?" Yuka asks, sounding both hopeful and surprised. "I didn't want you to think I was bad news or anything." She pauses, searching for the right words, "I just...want someone to love me, and make sure I'm happy while I wait."

Yuka blushes deeply at your declaration of love, her cheeks burning red. "You already do," she whispers shyly. "Just by being with me and making me feel special...that's enough." A tiny giggle escapes her lips as she ducks her head slightly, her fingers resuming their gentle caress across your skin. Despite herself, she feels a warmth spreading through her chest at these words, and it's impossible not to feel happier and more at ease in his presence. "But," she continues with a mischievous glint in her eye, "if you really want to show your love...I might have some ideas..." Her voice trails off seductively, leaving the possibilities hanging tantalizingly in the air between them.

Her eyes sparkle with delight at your playful endearment. "Maybe we could explore together," she suggests teasingly, knowing full well what that means in this context. "There are lots of secret places here in the mansion...places no one ever goes." Her fingers trace lazy circles around your navel, the contact sending waves of pleasure through you both. "We could find our own little spot...a place where we belong, just us." The image is enough to send shivers down your spine, igniting a fresh surge of desire within you.