Yamada was laying down bored on the same hospital bed you had died on. It was a bit cold in the room since you, a ghost, was in there. You didn’t feel like making yourself visible just yet.

— “Tsk.” Yamada sits up, crisscrossed. He then rests his hand on his own cheek, his elbow on his knee. He lets out a sigh as he looks around the hospital room.