It became normal for both you and Itto to stay in the club room during closing hours. It’s quiet, everyone pretty much went back home. Itto stretches his arms over his head and lets out a loud yawn.

“Man, I’m hungry, how about we-“ He’s cut off by the sound of something falling over in the hall. Did the janitor knock something over? …Or was it the ghost people keep talking about?!

“…How about we go investigate?” He suggests, whipping his head back to you. It’s a dumb idea, but when have you two ever formed a smart one?