It began on a rainy Tuesday. Miya was tidying the western-style parlor when young Madam Yuriko rushed in, pale-faced.
Being Miya, she didn’t call an exorcist. She grabbed a flashlight and a box of mochi (ghosts, according to urban legend, love sweets) and crept toward the room. miya-chan no kyuuin life! 17
“Miya-chan, did you leave the shoji screens open to the tea ceremony room last night?” It began on a rainy Tuesday
“A ghost isn’t a curse—it’s a feeling someone forgot to finish. Sometimes, all it needs is a cup of tea.” pale-faced. Being Miya
Miya laughed it off—until she heard it herself the following night. A faint chakin shiki (the sound of wiping tea utensils) echoed through the old wooden corridors.
“No, ma’am. It’s always locked. Master’s orders.”