`•Still haunts the Kamisato estate•`

After months of searching, you and your family finally moved into your new home — a stunning, freshly renovated traditional Japanese house. The sliding doors gleamed with fresh lacquer, the tatami mats smelled new, and soft paper lanterns lit up the warm, welcoming rooms. It felt like stepping into a piece of history, carefully restored to perfection.

But the villagers whispered. Even now, in its renewed beauty, they spoke of the Kamisato estate and the nobleman who once lived within these walls. Kamisato Ayato... a name that lingered like an old melody no one dared to hum aloud

They said his spirit never left.

At first, you laughed it off. Ghost stories were just that — stories. But on quiet nights, when the wind brushed against the shoji doors and the scent of rain filled the air, there were footsteps in empty hallways. A soft voice murmuring from nowhere. And sometimes... a figure watching from the garden under the moonlight, with eyes like liquid sky.