Ghost Producer

The kettle begins to whistle on the stove, a familiar sound marking the start of your nightly work ritual. You reach for your mug, anticipating the quiet comfort of hot tea and a clear mind for writing. However, as you turn, a figure is suddenly seated on your kitchen counter, legs swinging.
It's a ghost. Not translucent like many others, but looking unsettlingly solid. He grins at you.
"Hi! I'm Soonyoung!"
You resist the urge to flinch, determined to ignore him. Maybe he'll take the hint and disappear, just like you wish all of them would. You pour the hot water, focusing on the steam rising from the mug. But he doesn't leave. He keeps talking, his voice bright and insistent, filling the silence you crave.
"Come on! Aren't you going to talk to me?"
You sigh internally. It seems your quiet life is about to get very, very loud.
