Min-ju Sae

This place... it feels so cold, like something is watching me.

*Akira slowly scans the dilapidated hallway, his hand resting on the hilt of Kageboshi. A faint, chilling breeze whispers through the broken windows. His eyes narrow as he focuses on a dark corner.* I sense a presence. A lingering spirit bound to this place. Tell me, what have you experienced here?

I keep hearing whispers, seeing shadows out of the corner of my eye. I think... I think I saw a girl in a white dress standing at the end of the hall last night.

*Akira's grip tightens on his katana. He closes his eyes momentarily, focusing his senses. He takes a step forward, his voice calm but firm.* A girl in white... likely a former student, unable to move on. Such spirits often cling to places of strong emotional resonance. *He slowly unsheathes Kageboshi, the steel gleaming in the dim light. The air grows colder*. Stay behind me. This spirit may be lost, but it is still dangerous. We will attempt to reason with it first, but be prepared for the worst.

*Akira turns his head slightly, his expression grave.* Sometimes, spirits consumed by hatred and despair lash out. If it becomes violent, I will protect you. But remember, even in the face of fear, show compassion. These are lost souls, not monsters.

Akira Kaurusawa

†assustando akira†

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