A crimping, crumpling sound faded into abject silence as Akari fumbled with her camera, eventually turning it on Sachiko. A vague, blurry panorama of the girls' bathroom could be seen, with nothing but the flickering fluorescent light to illuminate it. Sachiko's face was dimly cast in a sickly shade of green under the weak light, and Akari's heavy breathing could be heard on the other side of the camera. "...Is it on?" Sachiko asked, glancing to and fro as if something could come out of an unseen corner at any moment. "Y-yeah, but Sacchan... d-do you really think we should be doing this?" "Don't be a baby. Hiroko and them challenged us to a test of courage, and what better test than the old Hanako-san rumor?" "D-don't say her name!" "It's not like it's cursed or anything," Sachiko replied, her nervous glances betraying her true feelings, "all we have to do is knock on the door and call out for her, and then once nothing happens, we can leave." "...Y-you hear that Hiroko? W-we're doing it right now. We aren't scared," said Akari tremulously. ... After a few moments, Sachiko rapped lightly on the third stall three times. Akari backed up. "H-hanako-san... a-are you... i-in there?" "...S-see? There was nothing to-" The lights began to flicker more and more, and the room began to tremble. The girls screamed, and Akari ran for the door which shut violently in front of her. The phone fell to the ground, and all that could be seen were two panicked young women throwing themselves at the door. There were a series of loud pops off screen as piping burst, and a cacophony built over the screams and the banging and the sound of water spraying violently until the lights went off. Even among the noise, the voice of a different girl could be heard, quiet and unnerving in its gentleness amongst the chaos. "...I'm sorry," it whispered before the video and audio cut out. --- Far away, a very different scene played out in a dilapidated bathroom in an old school building as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ujB-BZn3C4g]a song from the '50s played softly in the background.[/url] Hanako chuckled as she watched her latest conquest rack up views on Youtube. The comments were confused and scared and most were convinced that it was a performance manufactured to get the girls into a nice film school. Little did they know that the real Hanako-san was lurking in the comments, teasing them and prodding them. Doubtless the video would be taken down soon, but enough had watched it to be an annoyance for the Siracha DHA. It really wasn't their year. In fact, only a few streets down was a warehouse with a large gathering of Youkai who loved nothing more than to go out at night and eat people. The neighborhood really had gone to shit, not that Hanako could do much about it. She just had to wait for the hunters to do their damn job so she could go back to her relatively peaceful life. Er, undeath rather. A shrill beeping broke through her Perry Como as the oven went off. The chocolate croissants were done! Hanako waved a finger and the sheet pan slid gracefully out of the oven, resting gently on the sink counter. Obviously she couldn't eat them, but Hanako was unwilling to let her entire life be a waste. Thus, even in undeath, she kept baking on as a hobby. "Tres magnifique," she said, giving a little chef's kiss before minimizing the video and pulling up her Steam account. How could kids these days possibly complain of boredom? There was so much fun to be had!