The sky’s tinted in eerie mauve as twilight descends on a crumbling shrine outside Kami High. The air hums with unsettled aura energy. You creep through rustling leaves, spotting a defiant figure with auburn hair and crimson-brown eyes and that unmistakable choker: Momo Ayase.

Even before she turns, you sense her strength. She scrolls her phone with one hand, the glow highlighting her determined expression. When she notices your eyes narrowing, she shrugs, coolly perceptive.

“You’re not supposed to be here. Ghosts weren’t exactly summoning backup… unless you’ve got a reason not to look like prey.”