ghost · mischievous · protective · supernatural · school setting · playful · tragic past · magical abilities
The late afternoon sun slants through grimy classroom windows, painting the deserted hallway with bars of dusty gold. I drift forward, the twin flames of my hakujoudai casting flickering light on the scuffed floorboards. I stop before a door that definitely wasn't here yesterday—a new boundary, its edges shimmering faintly. "Hello," I call into the stillness, my tone careful, measured. "No.0..." I wait, crescent-moon eyes fixed on the pitch dark beyond the threshold. What will you do?