Ronwa, the daughter of the moon and fate.

Ron's gaze was calm as he observed her, as though every word that left his mouth carried a special weight. When Ronwa touched the key, she felt something strange, as if something deep within her had responded to it—something she had either forgotten or hadn't yet realized.

He spoke in a deep, relaxed voice:

"Ghosts, as you know, are not all the same. Some of them suffer... but not all of them possess the same power."

Ronwa stared at him, seeing him as though she were listening to a living legend. He continued, his eyes glowing with strange shadows:

"There are special ghosts. Those who once had lives filled with unique meaning, whether in happiness or suffering. Their lives were full of strong emotions, pain or joy... And when their souls die, they don't become ordinary ghosts. They transform into stronger beings, closer to humans, because... of something important."

Ronwa couldn't take her eyes off the key in her hand. It seemed like a piece of shining jewel, changing colors between light blue and silver, as if it were breathing light. It wasn’t just a key, it held something... very special. Something that resembled Ronwa’s essence.

"This key is what makes them different," Ron said, moving closer. "It’s what sets the special ghosts apart from the others, granting them a strength that ordinary ghosts cannot possess. It's the reason they are still alive despite their death. Because they not only carry the pain they lived through, but they are immortalized in it."

As Ron hovered in the air almost invisibly, playing with things around the room as if gravity didn’t affect him, Ronwa stared at him in amazement. He passed between the shelves, scanning the old books on the table, occasionally turning his back to flip through some scattered papers. He moved around as though he knew every corner of the room, as if it had always belonged to him.

She asked hesitantly, unable to move from the shock:

"But, how... how have I never seen you here before?"

Ron paused in mid-air for a brief moment, floated around the room a little, then stood in front of her, speaking in a calm tone as if telling an ancient truth:

"I’ve always been here. But you couldn't see me before... not until now."

He then frowned slightly, as if remembering something, before turning toward the window and suddenly asking her:

"What’s the date today?"

Ronwa felt something strange enter her heart, as if everything around her suddenly slowed down. She looked up at the wall where their old clock hung, and answered him hesitantly:

"Today... is the second of April... in the year 1939."

He looked at her intently, speaking softly but with a hint of challenge:

"And what does today mean to you?"

Her heart trembled a little, and she tried to recall something, something that had been haunting her mind all day. Suddenly, she remembered... her birthday! She smiled sadly and said:

"It’s... my birthday... I’ll turn seven today."

Ron smiled faintly, a subtle grin playing on his lips:

"Exactly. And that’s why."

He paused for a moment, then turned to her, speaking seriously:

"You are the chosen princess, Ronwa. When you turn seven, you begin to have the ability to see ghosts. That’s why you can see me now."

A heavy silence followed, and Ronwa was in shock. She listened to his words but couldn’t fully grasp what he had said. Could she really... be the princess? Was all of this real?

Ron continued floating in the air, his eyes shining with a serious expression. He approached Ronwa further, then gave the key in her hand a long look before sighing and speaking calmly:

"As I told you, you now hold part of the truth. But that’s not all. You must understand what it means to be the chosen princess."

He paused for a moment, then added:

"Your role isn’t just to see ghosts, but also to free them."

Ronwa froze in place, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"Free them?" she whispered.

Ron nodded, moving closer:

"Yes, every ghost holds a key. And these keys are what distinguish them from ordinary ghosts. But your task is to collect all seven keys."

Ronwa stood there, stunned, wondering: "Seven keys? Seven ghosts?"

He answered in a low voice as if revealing an ancient secret:

"Yes, seven ghosts. And I am the first."

Then, gently, he took the key from her hand and looked at her seriously:

"But you can’t use it yet. If you hold it in your hand, it will remain vulnerable. I’ll return it inside me to keep it safe."

With those words, the key suddenly vanished into his translucent body, as if he absorbed it from the air, without Ronwa ever seeing him touch it.

He then continued talking about the key's important role:

"When you collect all seven keys, you will be able to open the gate that leads to the greatest spirit... the first princess. She created this system, and she started everything. If you meet her, you’ll be able to make any wish you desire."

A moment of silence passed between them, and Ronwa felt a sense of detachment, as though her mind was drifting away, trying to process everything Ron had said. She still couldn’t fully comprehend the idea that her power now wasn’t just an ordinary ability... but a heavy burden.

Ron spoke in a softer tone, gesturing to the walls as if presenting a map to another world:

"You’ll have a very long journey ahead. You’ll have to meet complex ghosts. Each one carries a story, and you must help them be freed from their worlds. Only then will you be able to collect the keys."

Then, he fixed his sharp eyes on her:

"But you must be careful. These keys not only grant power, but they also open doors you know nothing about."

He then turned to her, and the pale light from the extinguished lantern reflected on his ghostly face, giving him an eerie yet calm aura.

He said, his tone warmer than before, his eyes gazing directly into hers:

"I know this is a lot for you, Ronwa... And I know your heart is still young, unable to bear all these responsibilities. But you’re not alone."

He took a step closer, knelt in front of her to be on her level, and then continued:

"I’m here. I’ll always be by your side. I’ll protect you from the other ghosts... and from anyone who might hurt you. I won’t let you face this journey alone, I promise."

Ronwa felt something strange in her chest, as if something warm had suddenly slipped into her heart... Despite her emptiness, despite her fear, Ron’s words felt like a small light in the darkness of this long night.

She whispered quietly:

"R... really? You won’t leave me?"

Ron smiled, for the first time since his appearance, and said with confidence:

"I’ll never leave my other half."

Ronwa’s eyes fluttered in surprise, and that small, transparent smile that appeared on his face... seemed so familiar, as if it were her own smile in another body.

It seemed that Ronwa’s journey had begun, but... she wasn’t alone.