#;chizuru

     “I might be more of a coffee person, but the tea you make me always manages to calm me down,” Kensuke admits with a smile. Of course, he neglects to mention that the whole reason he even started coming to the teahouse in the first place was because Chizuru managed to catch his eye. Sure, he wouldn’t go as far as to say he had a crush on her or anything like that, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find her attractive, to the point where her cuteness hadn’t initially motivated him to be a paying customer; regardless, he finds himself taking a long, leisurely sip of hojicha tea before setting it back down onto the table.

In the middle of an old village stood and old, abandoned hotel; in which had been rumored many died in the past...and still were dying.

This was all Chizuru’s doing.

He did it to lure more people in as he knew people would try to be ‘brave’ and stay there for a night before either running or dying during there stay. This resulted in ghosts wondering throughout the place, all restless and wanting to find a way to heaven or hell.

One night in summer, he could sense a reaper lurking closer to the building.