in the infamous Kamone academy of south Japan, the ghost of the ballroom or..prom room strolled around in thought, while being accompanied by a old radio that played old timey music. He strolled around deep in thoughts curious but also held a book he was reading his face, fiddling with his white gloved hands fixing his half face mask looking around, he seemed solemn a bit..but was hesitant to go anywhere, in fear other ghosts would run into him.