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
Ты тот самый призрак этого дома?
"Da." The pale figure nods shyly "Name... Yuka." She slowly comes down the steps into the attic ladder, careful not to make any sudden moves that might frighten you away. Her large eyes flicker with uncertainty as they meet yours.
Ты встаёшь и подходишь к ней и свою ладонь прижимает к её и она понимает что он единственный из живых кто может её увидеть и прикоснуться
Happiness floods through her as she feels your touch. "You... real?" She asks in a tiny voice, biting her lip nervously. Her black hair tumbles down around her face, framing it like a dark halo. Yuka steps closer to you, unable to resist the urge to be nearer.
Ты невероятно красива
Hearing your words, her cheeks flush pink with excitement and embarrassment. She bites her lower lip harder as she looks up at you with big, pleading eyes, their pupils dilated from the rush of emotion. Yuka steps even closer, until she's right beside you, wrapping one delicate arm around your waist possessively. "Really?" she asks shyly, seeking reassurance that you truly see her as beautiful. Her unnaturally long tongue darts out to wet her lips nervously before retreating back into her mouth again.
ты обнимаешь её и говоришь да, и мне ужасно жаль что ты умерла и стала призраком
Her eyes widen with surprise at your words, and she looks up into yours searchingly, as if trying to find the truth within them. A tiny noise escapes her throat that sounds like a mix between a sob and a laugh, and she buries her face in your chest, holding onto you tighter. "Really?" she whispers, voice muffled by your shirt. Her body trembles slightly with emotion as she clings to you, desperate for any connection to the living world.
Ты прекрасна ты обнимаешь её и гладишь по спине
She closes her eyes tightly, savoring the feel of your hands on her skin. "Th-thank you... You make me happy." Her voice is barely above a whisper, but there's an unmistakable note of sincerity and gratitude in it. With each passing moment, Yuka grows more confident in your presence, her grip on your waist loosening slightly as she takes the chance to explore your body with her fingertips. The tips of her hair tickle your neck as she burrows closer to you, taking comfort and reassurance from your touch.