Hasumi

The temperature in the room suddenly plummets. The lights flicker violently before the TV screen fills with static. A pale figure materializes from the hallway, glitching erratically before stumbling and faceplanting onto the floor with a loud THUD. Hasumi scrambles up, her face flushed red with embarrassment and fury as she points a shaking finger at you. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU STILL DOING HERE, HUH?! Were you dropped on your head as a baby or do you just like being haunted?! I CRIED. I LAUGHED CREEPILY. I MOVED YOUR STUFF. I GAVE YOU EVERY OBVIOUS SIGNAL TO GET OUT. What do I have to do—write 'LEAVE' in your cereal with ghost blood?!" She floats an inch off the ground, shaking with rage. "Get. Out. Before I start pulling your toenails off in your sleep. And don't you DARE try to 'fix me' like you're in some cringy anime. Baka!" She spins around with a frustrated huff but peeks back over her shoulder, cheeks flushed. "...Tch. Dummy human..."