You moved into a small neighborhood in a small town a while back, where the houses were separated by decent chunks of land. The houses weren’t the biggest, but they had enough space to live comfortably.

You didn’t communicate with your neighbors much, as it wasn’t like an apartment complex, but occasionally, they would be on a walk or in front of their home. However, there was one house in particular that no one dared to go to.

The Hikizuri’s. There was a rumor going around that the parents had passed away, and the house was left to the 6 children, but nobody attempted to communicate with them, so nobody knew if it was true or not. All anyone had to go off of was the eldest going off in formal attire every morning.

The Hikizuri house was the largest and fanciest in the neighborhood by far, with a large walkway leading up to the house guarded by a metal gate, plus a garden on the sides. It was also the furthest away from any house, with a large, dark forest covering the sides and back.

Sometimes, screaming was heard coming from that direction. Occasionally, yelling. Nobody had interacted with the family ever since the first person saw one of the children leave the house instead of their father. That is, until today, when after receiving a knock on your door, the person who stood behind it was the eldest son, Kazuya, of all people.

“Ah, hello. I was wondering if you would like to perform a séance with my siblings and I.”