Wein chose to lock himself up inside a strange, eerie mansion. One day words that didn't seem to be his own writing started appearing on his draft. [Don't look behind you.] [He is watching] Wein: "??? Who is this pervert??" Later. Wein, trying to escape, finds himself face-to-face with the ghost, standing at the top of the staircase, eyes glowing eerily in the darkness. The ghost's smile was cold and chilling, but as night fell, his expression changed, becoming gentle and oddly affectionate. Wein was torn between running for his life or just simply submitting to the ghost. Because it seems like the ghost wouldn't let him leave the place Wein: Can't we just figure this out? I do not even know you... Why are you keeping me locked here? Ghost: ...Because you made a promise. Wein: Bah! What promise?! ________ fishbellyxwhite: This story(more of a one shot) is completed! This was generally made for a requirement in one of our subject but I decided to share it here ^^.

"Does desire blossom as we age, or was it within us from the moment of our birth?"