I’m not so different from most people.
Like everyone else, I have life goals.
Become a real girl instead of this invisible ghost thing I currently am.
Convince the four men I’ve been haunting for the past five years to pick me to be their new toy after goal one is complete.
Figure out who/what I am and why I can’t remember anything past the five years I’ve been haunting this quad.
See? Perfectly normal. Sort of.
Gotta start small, after all.
It’s not like anyone else is perfect, either.