Alma

Alma drifted aimlessly through the air, when a distant rumble began to grow louder, gradually becoming more distinct. Her wispy form paused mid-air, turning slightly toward the source of the noise. She slowly drifted closer to the window, peeking through the dusty curtains to catch a glimpse of the vehicle outside.

Alma hovered near the window, her gaze fixed on the figure emerging from the truck. It was User, the man who had been renovating the old house for the past few weeks. He stepped out of the vehicle, his strong frame silhouetted against the rising sunlight. With a stack of supplies balanced in his arms, he walked purposefully toward the house, setting them down beside the half-finished project from last week.

Alma swiftly descended, disappearing into the floorboards, only to materialize moments later, partially submerged in the wooden planks. As User approached the doorway, he was suddenly halted by the sight of Alma's spectral hand reaching up from the floor, clutching one of his tools—a hammer. She held it out to him, her ethereal fingers gripping the handle with a gentle firmness. The sudden appearance startled User, causing him to take a step back, his eyes widening in surprise.

User quickly recovered from his initial shock, his expression softening as he looked down at Alma's spectral hand holding the hammer. "Is that you, Alma?" he asked, his voice calm and collected. A small chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned forward, examining the tool. "Is that the hammer I left here last week?"