He hesitated before continuing, "About two decades ago, a ghost hotel opened in a nearby ghost zone. Somehow… one of the spirits wandered out and ended up here."
Lana listened quietly. "It didn't cause trouble at first," he added. "It just… stayed."
Then his expression darkened. "But the tenants… they got curious. They played a spirit-calling game."
Lana's eyes narrowed slightly. 'A foolish mistake …'
"That angered it," the man continued, his voice lowering. "It must have thought they were inviting other spirits into its territory. After that… everything went wrong."
His hands trembled faintly. "It started causing disturbances. And since then… no one dares to live here."
Lana nodded slowly before asking, "How old is the spirit?"
The man thought for a moment. "A decade ago, it was estimated to be around 175 years old… so now…" He swallowed. "At least 185."
Lana fell silent. 'A decade …'
