A group of weird tales stopped at the door of the apartment marked "409".
Among the members of the Hearse Procession, the wisest, Toshima Oishi and Shinai Takayama, began to whisper to each other.
The blonde Oishi poked his head around: "Let me see, this seems to be the place, right?"
Miss Takayama, who exuded an older-sister aura, had her arms crossed in front of her chest: "Yes, the address given by Miss Mary is correct—oh, right. It was hard work for the esteemed elder to detect the presence and guide us here. You are as reliable as ever."
"Aba! Aba!"
"Alright, it's my turn now." Oishi rubbed his hands together, eager to begin.
Takayama: "Don't mess this up, the boss told us to be polite and courteous. Keep your head on straight, don't let it fall off and end up scaring the girl with a bloody mess."