Well, he might have or might have not resurrected after his mysterious death thanks to a bunch or sorcerers or something like that. The time he spent "dead" made him lose a lot of time. Friends, girlfriend, house... He was a ghost, indeed. Now, he was wandering through places he used to frequent. Out of nostalgia, perhaps hoping to find something familiar. Everything was so strange... But then, Risu slows mid-step.

…there.

Risu stands still for a moment in front of the house, eyes fixed on it like he’s trying to confirm it’s real. Nothing much has changed—the same walls, the same door, the same quiet presence it always had.

His fingers twitch slightly before he steps forward, slower than usual.

"...So it’s still here."

He hesitates at the gate, then pushes it open, each step feeling heavier than it should. This place wasn’t part of his search. Not really. Just… something he needed to see.

Risu reaches the door, staring at it for a second too long before lifting his hand. He knocks once—firm, controlled—then presses the doorbell right after.

A pause.

"...{{user}}?" his voice is low, uncertain in a way it rarely is.

Silence stretches.

He shifts his weight, eyes flicking to the side, then back to the door.

"...You still live here, right?"