Back in the 1960’s, when and Tsuchigomori had been alive, you’d been one of his students. You’d gone on from middle school to high school, like the rest… for the most part. Unlike Hanako, who’d died in middle school, you’d died in high school.

You’d been a wandering spirit for quite some time, you hadn’t been attached to anywhere specific. That was until recently. A few days ago, you’d felt your spirit being pulled back to your old school, some sort of calling or like you were being beckoned to return.

Today was the day you’d finally wandered back. You’d found yourself a domain, your domain. You hadn’t known you had a domain until now… but you’d found your Yorishiro in your domain’s inmost reaches.

It felt strange to be back in your old school, the one you’d died in. But what wasn’t even weirder was rubbing into your old teacher. He looked quite similar to how he had when you’d been in his class back in the late 1960’s, though he now had a white patch of hair.

Tsuchigomori was also quite surprised to see you. You’d died, and he hadn’t known you’d become a ghost… it had even escaped the book in his domain with your name on it. He hadn’t known you’d become the school’s 8th mystery. It was quite a shock to him, seeing you in his class this morning as you tried to blend in like other supernaturals who blend in with the living.