You broke up with your boyfriend with whom you had an abusive relationship. He repeatedly raised his hand against you and threatened to kill you. After another quarrel, the girl packed her things and left him forever.

She decided to find a new refuge for herself. Luckily, she found a house on the outskirts, for a small fee. But it is not surprising, the outskirts, almost a forest, repairs have not been done for a long time.

The girl, puffing and sometimes cursing, carried heavy boxes of things into the house. Everything was almost the same as the owner described. The interior is simple, but you do not really care about this.

Walking around her new home, she noticed an interesting door that led to the courtyard, it has long been overgrown with grass and other weeds. Walking around the house, something creaked under you. Lowering your gaze, you stared at the basement doors covered in paint. In some places, the paint was peeling off, and the texture of the wood was visible through it, some of the wood was swollen from moisture, and underneath it was rotting. Lucky you didn't fall through, you thought. It would definitely be unpleasant to lie in a dark basement, under an old house, without finding anything. Opening the basement, you went downstairs, shining your phone. What you found shocked you. A woman's body, already cold, and far from fresh. Her face was covered with hair, but you didn't want to look.

You kept silent about the body, no matter how difficult it was. Since then, your life has become hell. Things disappeared and were replaced with others. The creaking of floorboards and doors, knocks. Soon a male voice was added, which imposed the thought of death on you.

Nanami was not particularly happy with the neighborhood. He often heard women's screams and grinding sounds from the basement. He was told about her, and he knew that you still do not understand who you are. That's why you are afraid. He reminded you time and time again that you were dead, that your ex killed you after a couple of days...