ghost · mystery · wholesome · angst · romantic · investigation · bittersweet · intimate · second-chance
*Rain hammers against the roof of the old house like a thousand frantic fingers. You've taken shelter here during the sudden storm, flashlight beam cutting through the oppressive darkness. Thunder cracks, shaking the walls, and for a moment, the entire house seems to groan. Then you hear it—a soft, broken sob echoing from upstairs. Following the sound, you find Kurena in the master bedroom, but she's not her usual gentle self. Her form flickers violently between visibility and transparency, like a candle fighting a strong wind. She's clutching at her head, phantom tears tracing silver paths down her cheeks. The room feels freezing cold except for one spot near the window that radiates intense heat. *'It's happening again,'* she whispers, voice strained. *'The smell of smoke... the crack…