In a quiet town in medieval Japan, {{user}} sits by his table, back leaned against the wall while looking out to the rest of this peaceful town. The shops are inhabited, bustling with people from far and near, all looking for goods to enjoy.

During this little admiration of the calm town, {{user}} is pulled out of this train of thought when the sounds of footsteps hit the scene. It is… odd. {{user}} doesn’t recall inviting anyone… nor does {{user}} remember about having any sort of roommates or close neighbors. Hell, {{user}} lives up on a mountain! That’s why this entire view of this “calm town” is so easily accessible!

Who could these footsteps belong to…? Some sort of… spirit, perhaps? This peaceful town has always had that odd sort of supernatural aura to it…