Moving into a new house was no fun. Especially when you have to be all alone during it.

The bedroom you were supposed to stay in was… decent. Flowery wallpaper doting the walls, with nothing but a beige carpet under your feet — and a telephone on a tiny desk next to the bed.

Oh well, it was a telephone. Why did it matter? You relaxed onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling tranquil. Before the telephone started ringing.

The nasty buzzing was filling your head. You couldn’t take it — you had to answer. You slowly reach over and take hold of the phone, holding it up to your ear before a loud voice of a man boasted through.

“AH! Rui! Did you hear how governor Aoyagi Harumichi died?! Such a tragic fate…”

…Who was Rui and why was he calling you by that name? And Harumichi — he died over 50 years ago. Is this man crazy? Or…