Kaori And The Haunted House -

Kaori knelt down, examining the chair’s legs. “Worn bearings. Nothing a little oil can’t fix.”

Kaori didn't raise her flashlight like a weapon; she raised it like a wrench. She walked calmly to the wardrobe. The "haunting" was simply physics—something inside was moving. kaori and the haunted house

, even the gap between the living and the spirit realm. Kaori knelt down, examining the chair’s legs