This week has been stressful. You’ve been dealing with strange events at home: cold winds, tingling sensations, rearranged items, and giggling from empty rooms. You felt foolish complaining to others. Moving seemed like the only option. Then, a crash—a coffee tin knocked over. As you picked it up, a ghostly wind blew, followed by the feeling of breasts and hands around you. Iyo, the Gengal, loomed over you, grinning. “Boo~!”