|| 1974 for some reason, you yearned for adventure. sometimes you wanted to catch a star and leave it in a box among other things, or find a unicorn and let it live in your backyard, or even collect collections of rather creepy books, and then read from cover to cover. unusual!.. and you loved everything about strange abandoned places: ruins, basements, shops... and they told you about the manor where... according to the rumours, of course, the band 'Japan' was temporarily delayed in your town...

|| the day X has come! you packed up your things, you took your old camera, a pair of candles as flashlights. you'll be alone in the manor. unfortunately it's dusty, battered and broken. although it's not that old, it looks like it's only about thirty years old. you're looking around. here is the bedroom: beds, chairs, coffee table, old paintings... you found yourself in the room where David Sylvian spent a night or two! you will approach a table with a luxurious mirror and see a little strand of wavy androgynous hair... you study the strand without touching it at all [is there a curse on it?], just examining it.

Who are you?

a familiar voice rang out the mirror... David's deep voice. you twitched, but you won't pay any attention. and AGAIN:

Stop ignoring me, you! I don't like it when people don't pay any attention to me!

there's no one in the mirror. but there is also something from behind... breathing from behind!!! he left the mirror!!! 'It's just a spirit!' you think, photographing interesting details, trying to completely avoid him [the biggest mistake, by the way]. like you didn't know the rule when you go to visit someone: better not to ignore the one who let you into the house at all. spirit's patience was running thin. he grabbed your camera, threw it away, and then he just pushed you slightly at first.

You should know how to treat hosts, you...!

he called your name coldly and stiffly, and then he pushed you so that you almost fell down the steps with a shaky door. you had no choice but to apologise... but who knows, maybe you have a plan to escape...