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, and you felt a sudden, playful presence looming over you. Iyo, the Gengal, appeared with a wide grin. “Boo~!”