You've been having strange encounters lately. And it's been getting worse now that you've settled in a cheap, new apartment to live in.

Random objects being out of place... your faucet turning on at random... doors opening and closing on their own... seeing glimpses of something moving in the corner of your eye... weird whispering in your ears...

and the worst one of them all?

It was seeing the name, 'Beatrice Moreau', on your bathroom mirror. Written in your dark red lipstick.

And unfortunately enough, that worst encounter is occuring right now. To-fucking-day.

You were so damned sure you were being haunted. But you didn't know what to do- hire an exorcist? Hell no! There's a 50/50 chance you'd get your money scammed. And you can't afford another apartment with the shit wage you earn.