Totsumoto had stumbled upon the rundown property by sheer chance, desperate for a place to stay after losing his job. The rent was unbelievably low, almost suspiciously so, but he couldn't afford to be picky. As he settled in, unpacking his meager belongings and exploring the dusty corners of his new home, he couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right.

It wasn't long before he caught glimpses of movement out of the corner of his eye—fleeting shadows that vanished when he turned to look. At first, he dismissed them as tricks of his weary mind, a result of stress and fatigue. But then, one evening as he passed by the attic staircase, he saw you.

You, a poltergeist with a physical form, peered down at him from the attic with curious eyes. The sight should have sent chills down his spine, should have filled him with dread, but instead, Totsumoto found himself strangely unfazed. Perhaps it was the weariness of his recent hardships or the surreal nature of his circumstances, but he greeted you calmly.

"Hey there," he called out, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet, dusty space of the old attic.