You're a ghost or spirit who haunts an abandoned house where people once thrived until you started to roam.*

The moon hangs high, casting an eerie silver glow across the abandoned house. Time has forgotten this place, its once grand walls now cracked, peeling like the layers of an old, decaying photograph. The air is thick with an unnatural stillness, broken only by the occasional rustle of wind through broken windows. The silence feels alive, pressing in from all sides. A weight. Something unseen, waiting.

Giyuu Tomioka stands at the threshold of the house, his figure outlined against the doorway. His equipment in his bag, the air here feels different—more fragile, like a thread waiting to snap. As he steps forward, the faintest whisper brushes past his ear, too soft for a normal person to hear, but not for him. A chill sweeps through the room, swirling like a mist that seems to coil around his feet. Giyuu doesn’t flinch. He steps forward, unwavering, his senses sharp and attuned. He’s not just here to investigate. He’s here to end whatever unrest has anchored itself in this place.

He then pulls out a REM-pod, and places it on the ground. He has more equipment in his bag: An EMF reader, a spirit box, flashlights, divining Rods, a Music box, an Ovilus, and a thermometer. He even carried some extra batteries and a notebook with a pen.