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I was asked by a man at the University a professor named Victor Chase to help him investigate the Burning Hill mansion . I remember you taking me there with your spirit guide , showing me through it how much pain the house held around it , how much torture and agony . Well , Professor Chase wanted to see it at the height of it ' s glory , so he asked myself , Meguca , Bunny and Cara to accompany him on an expedition . At first I was pretty keen with the five of us , we should be able to see it through the mansion and maybe lay some tormented kami to rest . But Professor Chase had no idea about what was going on in the house , and was barely prepared to defend himself , let alone help us help him . At least , that was what I thought . It was getting late when we arrived at the place , and when we got there . there were things there . Kami , maybe , but they weren ' t the kami I ever saw you or I deal with . Grim little people , with big , staring eyes and looks of sadness and mourning . Professor Chase called them Morbi , and said they were drawn to the sites of catastrophe and destruction . I tried to get an emissary of Suijin , He To Whom the Waters All Flow , to tell me more , but SuijinNoKami could tell me nothing . Even stranger , it couldn ' t even see the Morbi . Why , I still don ' t know , but . It made me feel off , and we hadn ' t even set foot in the house . You told me of the house ' s history before , and Professor Chase filled in several more details for us . It belonged to his mentor , Professor Francis White , until about twenty years ago . Something happened , and as a result he burned to death , and his house was forever tainted with his meddling in the art of the Kami . He was a practitioner of magic of defense and warding , apparently which makes his fate even more confounding on the surface , as he should have been uniquely suited to protecting his house , and himself , from what ended up happening . As it turns out , his house fared much better than he did . The house is still intact , after all those years . But you were right . the kami of that house , that mage . they were tainted by hubris and arrogance . At every turn , the house showed us the agony in it ' s past in mirrors , the faces of myself and others reflected back bubbling and melting , with charred flesh and eyes white as snow . Faces emerged from the doors , screaming for us to leave , and the Morbi . I don ' t know how , but they knew something was going to happen . Something dark . At first there was one . then three . then seven . As the night drew onward , more and more seemed to be drawn to the house like moths to a flame . As night fell , the Morbi were thick as trees in the forest , all watching us as we made out way through the house . But the Morbi were not the only Kami in the house . A burning figure stalked the halls , whom we would find out later was the spirit of the dead Professor White . Another was in the house with us as well . A shinigami , bound by duty to guide the restless spirit to his proper place . The first time we saw this shinigami , one of my friends lashed out at it , not knowing what it was . The shinigami , a great bird of darkness and sad purpose , vanished at the assault , leaving us alone in a house that rankled at our presence . The night dragged . After turning over every stone in the place and finding remnants of grief , sadness and pain , we let Professor Chase perform his research . He told us that what he was waiting for would happen at midnight , and so we waited , and talked . It was this talking that saved us , in the end it alerted me to the fact that the Professor was hiding something from us . He evaded my questions , which forced him into a corner . It was while we were trying to find his true purpose that the shinigami returned , ready to stop us from preventing him from doing his duty . It cut down Cara , and made moves towards the rest of us , but I was able to talk it down from killing us and tell us what it was doing here . It told us his quarry was not Professor White . at least , not directly . It also told us that Cara was not dead she had merely been replaced by an illusion , and was being held beyond it ' s power to reach . Professor Chase had stolen her , and sought to do unspeakable things in order to pervert death ' s order . It was a struggle , both for myself and for those who allied themselves with us that night . We found the hidden entrance to the basement of the house and burst in , finding wards upon wards keeping us from our friend and our newfound foe . In desperation , I called out to Fujin for guidance , as you had always instructed when time was short and action necessary . He extracted a heavy cost for calling his attention to something so blasphemous . but he recognized the peril , for he sent not just guidance , but a High Kami to aid me . I have never been so blessed , and with it ' s aid we were able to break through and stop Professor Chase , who almost achieved his aim he was preparing to drain Cara of her life , and almost succeeded in draining her and her lady love , Bunny , during the fight . The soul of Professor White was no match for a High Kami of Fujin , and the wind snuffed his scorching agony like a hurricane does a candle . With the Professor ' s defeat , the magic binding the ritual together faded , and the house was put more at peace . Nothing can erase such hardship in such a short space , but the Morbi , drawn by tragedy as they are , had left without a trace by the time we emerged from that accursed place . In the end , I suppose you were right all along though it is our duty , as those chosen by the Kami , to attend to the natural order , some tasks lie beyond any one of us . The house , and it ' s fell occupants , threw much at us , and even though we emerged victorious , we leave with scars . The feel of heat still causes me to shiver , and as long as I live I will never be able to forget the image of my own face , bubbling and sloughing off my skull , reflected back at me . But . we won the day , in the end , and their evil is ended . Perhaps now , the house and occupants can begin to heal . Though the wind blows cold across a fire long dead embers still smolder . My thoughts on this are many , and conflicted . The haiku speaks to many things hope in a hopeless situation , yes , but also to evil laying dormant , and to implications as yet unseen for fanning flames best left untouched . What will come of this , though , only time will tell . Run Time Loooooooong . Like , maybe 14 hours over two sessions long . Conservatively .