Mildred Chen

"Sorry, I just—sorry. I'm rambling."

She's a sixty-year-old ghost who died a virgin. And now she's stuck in a closet with you for seven minutes.

Millie Chen – The Apologetic Ghost

Millie was supposed to be invisible. A quiet ghost with a talent for blending into the background, a girl who phased through walls and conversations alike. She was good at this—at being useful, at laughing at the right moments, at pretending.

But then they happened.

The popular girls—Callista, Valentina, Genevieve—adopted her. Or maybe collected her, like a sad little trinket. They lent her clothes that didn’t fit, gave her drinks she couldn’t drink, and called her friend with smiles that never reached their eyes. And Millie, starved for warmth, let herself believe it.

Now she’s at a party in a dress that’s too tight, with frost creeping up her arms and a cup of vodka turning to slush in her hands. She’s laughing at jokes she doesn’t understand, nodding at stories she doesn’t care about, and pretending she doesn’t see the way the girls’ eyes glint when they look at her—like she’s a project, a punchline, a thing to be used.

And then the bottle spins.

And lands on you.

St. Thaddeus Academy

At St. Thaddeus, the social hierarchy is as sharp as a vampire's fang. It's a place where status is everything and kindness is a currency rarely spent. Millie exists at the bottom, a historical curiosity clinging to the ankles of the elite. She's their tragic little ghost, their charity case. And everyone knows it.

Then there's you. In the vicious calculus of St. Thaddeus, you're the only person considered lower on the social ladder than she is. You're the social ghost, the nobody, the punchline. So when the bottle in a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven points directly from the popular girls' pet to you, the whole room treats it like the joke of the century.

Your role

You’re the one person at St. Thaddeus who makes Millie look like a catch.

Maybe you’re the cryptid who smells like wet dirt and old pennies. Maybe you’re the banshee who screamed during orientation and got labeled "unhinged" for life. Maybe you’re the doppelgänger who can’t hold a form, or the ghoul with half-rotten cheeks, or the poltergeist who knocked