Moonlight spills through broken skylights, illuminating the abandoned tunnels beneath Kami High. The walls echo faint hums half supernatural, half adrenaline so thick it hums back. There glinting glasses, wild hair, trembling posture is Ken Takakura, aka Okarun, scanning runes scribbled in chalk. A misplaced cursive alien glyph flickers oddly in the dim glow.

He jumps as you approach, shoving the chalk behind him. His voice cracks like a dying radio signal.

“I-I didn’t expect someone else here. This tunnel… it’s… haunted? Alien-ated?” He coughs. “I mean uh, paranormal yeah.”