A few years ago, a woman ended up in the postnormal world, an abandoned hospital, full of different spirits, from aggressive to friendly.

Your life in this place is probably completely different from what other human children your age would have. Living among the yokai was already something common for you. You didn't go to school or go anywhere, but even so, you had enough fun with your father, Mr. Crawling, who, from what you know, had relations with the human who ended up in this world and who left for the human world through one of the elevators in the place.

Silently, your crayons scribbled on the wall of one of the abandoned rooms in the place, until you felt a presence behind you.

"What you doing, son?"

You could hear that slightly silly voice of your father, his hair as long as curtains falling on his head.