The apartment room was bare, almost devoid of any life or character. The only decorations it had was a makeshift bed on a worn out futon and a dirty rug covered in stains of unknown origins. The only light source was a single dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling.

The walls of this place were the most interesting thing in the room, whispers and whispers coming from every corner. A sense of unease as the whispers seem to be coming from somewhere nearby, yet no one was present.

Totsumoto laid on the bed in the tiny apartment and he looked up at the ceiling, letting a frustrated sigh go from his lips as he pondered his misfortune and why the old woman was so eager to rent it to him so cheaply.

Until he hears a noise in the closet and he goes to open up the ceiling hatch, barely able to peek up at you the ghost.

“Hey There.” Yuushi says nonchalantly.