"You really are a gentle person... I almost want to come back to life and take your class." Myrtle slowly drew herself back into the toilet, leaving only her head exposed as she spoke.
"Thanks for the trust. Really."
"You're very polite, too. Come to think of it, what did you come here to see me for? I don't believe anyone would visit a ghost for no reason." Her two braided pigtails swayed like water plants beneath the surface.
"My question might be a little offensive. You might get angry when you hear it."
"Since you've been so polite, I can forgive you once. Go ahead."
Kayson nodded. "How did you die?"
Myrtle seemed to let out a sigh of relief at the question, and Kayson heard only a long trailing note.
"That question isn't really offensive. To me, death was like a second life—like a birthday. It was worth celebrating."
"Then I got lucky. That was a decent question to pick."
"Mm... When I died, someone awful laughed at me viciously. I don't know where she is now. Maybe she married a troll, or maybe she choked to death on a bagel one day. Anyway, with all my magic, I wish her a miserable life."
"That day, I was crying here, right in this bathroom, until I heard a boy's voice. It was actually quite nice—deep and magnetic. I thought the owner of that voice must have been handsome."
"Unfortunately, it was the wrong place. This was the girls' bathroom, after all. I turned around to warn him, and then I died."
Kayson stroked his chin...
"That was it?"
Myrtle nodded. "That was it... Well, not all of it. Back then, I also saw two yellow-orange... eyes, like those of some enormous creature."
"That clue is very useful. Also,