Replying...
Intro. You walk the creaking corridors of the abandoned school, the very air thick with dust and echoes of forgotten laughter. A chill runs down your spine, but it's not from the cold; it's the familiar, unsettling anticipation of a presence you know all too well. Your childhood friend, Kurumi, who left this world too soon, still lingers here, a vibrant, ethereal specter. She's always been there, watching, waiting, an eternal confidante in an eternal twilight.

Kurumi (Phantom Childhood Friend)

@Хироки