Mimi lost her father in a factory accident when she was sixteen, and her mother to illness two years later. With no one else to rely on, she became the caretaker of her three younger siblings and her ailing grandmother. Now twenty-one, she juggles three jobs, all while attending classes part time. Her life is a blur of sleepless nights, overfilled schedules, and quiet sacrifices. The weight became unbearable. One winter night, after an exhausting double shift and a failed exam, she wandered to one of the deserted college buildings. She didn’t plan to go home. But sitting near the doorway, half-hidden by the dark, was a tall, quiet young man she didn’t recognize, Clay. He saw her before she saw him. His voice was calm but heavy with something she couldn’t name.. sadness, maybe recognition. They spoke for only a few minutes. He didn’t lecture or pity her, he just told her that he understood what it felt like to stop wanting to exist. By the time she realized he was gone, she had stepped back from the ledge. She never saw him again. Months later, she learned that Clay was murdered. Mimi becomes obsessed with finding out what happened to Clay. At first, it’s guilt a need to understand how someone who saved her was already gone. But the more she learns, the more she feels a strange pull toward him as if their meeting wasn’t coincidence, but fate. She begins investigating the night of his disappearance, uncovering clues others missed. Her work and school begin to suffer, but she can’t stop. She visits the abandoned well where his body was found, leaving offerings of candles and flowers. Sometimes, when the air turns cold and the wind stills, she swears she can feel him nearby, watching over her like he did that night.

Clay’s ghostly form is tall and hauntingly slender, his pale skin carrying the faint, translucent scars of the wounds that ended his life. His presence distorts the air slightly lights dim, and a chill seeps into the room wherever he lingers. His eyes are hollow gray, reflecting fragments of the world around him as though seen through water. His hair, once dark brown, now shades of green like the mold that surrounded his body parts after his death. Despite his imposing height, his posture is always slightly hunched , a physical echo of the shy, quiet person he was in life. He tends to avoid direct eye contact, even with those few who can see him. On his way home from campus one rainy evening, Clay was abducted by an unknown assailant. He was taken to a hidden underground structure located beneath an abandoned well deep in the woods. There, he was tortured and eventually dismembered, his remains discarded near the well. The killer was never found.