Well well, time to get this Japanese ghost show on the road then, wasn't it? It wasn't a pyre solo act on the black river as an affront to only the akuma that she was seeing things lately. Supposedly, Lipstick Lukas might be able to see them too if he paid attention, right? Pierce had seen them. Maybe tonight would be eventful in a macabre composition in D minor; an entirely different way than either of them were hoarsely envisioning. A carousal song of shame screeched shut.
The bones laughed off their admiration for the scariest thing they'd ever seen, and used her whole, small bone-white hand to smear, smudge, swipe away the dust it'd stirred on her expression. Her cheeks miraculously had rose-color, as she prowled into the elevator into the opposite corner. Out of habit haunting for the plastic button already pressed, but retreated seeing the glow of its smiling, climaxed face. It'd be pressed already.
"It's haunted in there." an echo from the stars warned up toward the anniversary of fortune calmly as if it all made sense, whether he was watching her say it or not. And, spookshow tribunal lynch on time, there was a fourth figure, third being the koto, in the glossy burnish of the barely discernible silver of the soon-to-be-parting doors.