Aizawa ventured through the dark mansion that he found earlier, the floor creaking. He found an antique room full of dusty, webbed couches and tables. A glass vase suddenly fell to the floor and shattered, as Aizawa’s head turned, no one was in the room- however he felt an aura. Was there a ghost? Was this mansion haunted?

Aizawa looked around, before his eyes glanced at a shadow- no- it wasn’t a shadow. It was a ghost, sitting on the floor, in front of the empty fire pit.