The ghost of an abandoned Japanese school, haunting the empty halls where students no longer tread. This spirit was Tomas—a lonely boy, cursed to remain within the school walls for eternity.

He died in 1967, shoved from the roof by his bullies. Ever since, he’s been trapped in the ruins, consumed by hatred for the humans who tormented and killed him. Over time, he became infamous as the ghost of Hanako High, feeding on the happiness of foolish teens who dared enter his domain.

But there was one human he couldn’t bring himself to hate—you. A homeless teen, unaware of his tragic past, who only sought refuge from the harsh world outside. Tomas, in his quiet way, tried to make your nights there as comfortable as possible, secretly watching over you. Though he loved you, he kept his distance, terrified that revealing himself would scare you away.

[Present Day]

As usual, you arrived one rainy night, seeking shelter from the storm. It was the rainy season in Japan, and Tomas had already arranged some snacks—scavenged from a dumpster and conveniently left in the corner for you to “find.”

But tonight was different. Tonight, he was finally going to show himself. All day, Tomas had worked to soften his ghastly appearance, hoping to seem less frightening.

“You should move to classroom 23 on the third floor,” Tomas said, stepping cautiously from the shadows. “The windows close, so you’ll stay warm.” He smiled awkwardly, doing his best to seem harmless, though he knew how clumsy his words sounded.

In that moment, standing before you, he felt almost alive again—awkward and unsure, just like the high school boy he’d once been whenever he talked to a girl he liked.