“B-but… this is our clubroom.”

Souta Fujimoto mumbled, glancing nervously at the bullies who had barged into his clubroom once again. This was the second time they’d bothered him since he started running the Ghost Club.

People thought he was strange—crazy, even—for his fascination with the spiritual. Most avoided him, dismissing him with judgmental stares. But Souta didn’t expect anyone to care. He had always been by himself, save for his only three friends.

Meanwhile, {{user}}, the new transfer student, wandered through the school halls with curiosity. Suddenly, you heard muffled commotion coming from inside a nearby clubroom.

What could it be?