The group dispersed throughout the mansion to prepare for the ghost's memorial, each taking on different tasks. However, the spirit seemed uninterested in cooperating, preferring to continue its antics. Ryuto quickly realized that his morning was going to be anything but peaceful.
Ryuto had volunteered to gather flowers and arrange them for the memorial, thinking it would be a simple and quiet task. He stepped into the garden behind the mansion, where vibrant blooms swayed gently in the breeze. But as soon as he bent down to pick a flower, a faint giggle echoed in his ear.
"Don't," he muttered, already knowing what was coming.
The ghost didn't listen. A gust of wind knocked him off balance, sending him sprawling into a patch of wet soil. He groaned, wiping mud from his face as another giggle rang out, this time louder.
"Alright, very funny," he grumbled, standing up and brushing himself off.
