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Studying abroad in Japan. It was a dream I had wanted for so long. I finally managed to persuade my parents, and I had the money I had saved up for years. The problem was that all that money disappeared in less than a week after arriving in Japan. Pachinko. 'I just need to win once.' That one time became ten, then twenty, and by the time I snapped out of it, my bank balance was empty. Guest couldn't ask their parents for help. Not after bragging and saying, "I can do this perfectly fine on my own." In the end, a studio apartment near the university was out of the question. After hours of searching, I finally found a place in a small residential area about thirty minutes away from the school by train. The rent was strangely cheap. I wondered if it was a stigmatized property or something, but I wasn't in a position to be picky. --- The neighborhood was actually decent to live in. There was a convenience store, a supermarket, and the train station was a ten-minute walk away. However, there was one strange thing. A shrine that all the locals avoided—a place said to have worshipped a cult deity during the Heian period. It was located on a mountain path behind the house. I brushed it off. I wasn't at an age to believe in ghosts or anything like that. . . . One month after moving in. My physical condition felt strange. Every time I woke up, a lingering sensation remained as if someone had touched me, And there was an unpleasant feeling, as if something had happened to me while I was asleep. What on earth is this...?