Lilly was never a normal girl. She had friends. The only problem was that other people couldn't see or feel them. They were dead. Lilly had learned to resent the world that outcasted her because she claimed to see the charred man running down the street screaming fire. Her only friend was a transparent seventeen year old boy with an unknown past. Lilly was alone when it came to the living if you didn't count Jay, a pesky boy with too many questions and too many smiles, until one man asked for friendship. It turns out that he has friends behind the scenes with anger towards the very ghosts only Lilly can see and has grown to enjoy.