Located outside of the Aokigahara Woods in Japan, there sits a house, a house of glass and metal. At first glance, the house would be considered one of the most unique houses ever created. The house itself was created by Hanako and Kazuo Burakkuhāto in the early 1900s. Even after almost a hundred years since it was built, it still stands tall and strong as its current owners, Kira and Sachiko Burakkuhāto live in the house with their helpers. The house was created the glass which was both shatter and sound proof, the metal frames were designed to hold the glass in place as well as keeping the house from falling apart in the intense summer heat and freezing winters. The first floor holds a large kitchen, living room, main bathroom, a dining room as well as a family room and a Study. The second and third floor held the bedrooms, five on each floor. Within each room was a luxurious bed as well as a wardrobe and a dress area in the corner of the rooms, the rooms also had their own full bathroom with rags and towels as well as soaps and shampoos. The walls for the bathrooms were clouded and tinted so they weren't see-through and no one was peeping in on others when they showered. Within each room, sitting on the mirror stand is a pair of glasses, glasses that are a key component for the victims guests.

Under the house was a large basement with four to five different levels. The glass walls shifted mechanically very few minutes, opening and closing corridors making it easy to get lost. This house would be a lovely place to live...if it wasn't for one fact. This house is a deathtrap. The mains doors of the house are designed to let people in, but not to let them out. If you think you're safe, then you haven't met the "guards" of the Burakkuhāto House. The "guards" live within the basement...well, more like trapped. The "guards" are none other than ghosts, victims of death. Protection from the ghost are all around you, however that is a double sided blade. The glass through the house is covered in containment spells written in old the old Latin language, spells used to restrict the ghosts from leaving the house or going through the glass walls, floors or ceilings all over the house. The basement had some parts covered in blood from the previous victims over the years. Large gears and wires run through the house, remaining untouchable.

Five containment cells are on the second floor, on each door was a symbol of the ghosts that was behind it. However, the containment cells were empty...the ghosts nowhere to be found.

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ɸSachikoɸ

Within the basement of the house, there were soft taps on the thick glass floors of the second level in the basement. Soft and eerie echos could be heard as the tapping got louder and louder. A figure was soon walks through the glass halls, a young girl wearing a light blue kimono with imprinted flowers on the outside, along with a beautifully stitched sash and a red flowered headpiece. Her long black hair flowed behind her as she walked, her bangs covered almost the right side of her face, only because her bangs were too long but refused to cut them. Her hair was a little ruffled, her skin was slightly pale with red eyes searching the basement for what she was looking for...dead bodies.

She continued walked lightly, her hair and kimono fluttering lightly behind her. The young girl's name was Sachiko, Sachiko Burakkuhāto; the hostess of the house. She was had wondered the basement from bottom to top, looking around slowly for the signs of the staff members. She hadn't found one, dead or alive. A faint sigh escaped her lips as she continued walking down the corridor, making turns whenever she had to. After a few minutes, she found a body. A butler she had known for a while was dead, his body was split in half by a glass door that had slammed on him. The blood was spreading from his deceased body as Sachiko walked closer to him. His eyes were open and it looked as though he had been running due to the sweat that was on his forehead. Sachiko stared with sadness in her eyes, looking at the butler she had known. "I'm so sorry." She said softly, tears slowly forming in her eyes as she reached over and closed the man's eyes.

It pained her to watch the people she cared for were being killed, sighing lightly Sachiko started pressed her back again the wall, the butler's body was next to her as she curled in a ball, waiting for something to wake her from this nightmare. She sighed lightly and looked away from the body. She sniffled lightly, she knew crying wasn't going to help but she had nothing else to do, she didn't know how to help since she never really went against her brother before. A faint gasp escaped her lips as she started crawling away from the dead butler, trying to remain calm and away from death as much as possible. She stood up and continued walking, looking for the ghosts wondering about in the basement.

ψKiraψ

Inside of the luxurious dining room, there sat a figure. The figure was male, about 6'1" with his legs crossed as he sat at the table. He was slouched in the chair, his arm resting on the armrest, propping his head up with it. It was watching the events of what was happening in the crystal ball he had sitting on the table in front of him. A faint sigh escaped his lips, using his electricity to change the scene to where his little sister was. His semi-shoulder length black hair rested at his sides, his black eyes just staring at the crystal ball. His muscular frame remained under the black clothing he wore, fiddling with the black cross around his neck. He fiddled with the cross more as he watched Sachiko curling in a ball next to a dead butler. "Don't worry Sachiko...I'll get you a new butler, one who actually sCrEaMs.." The young man said with a sinister grin on his face.

The young man's name is Kira, Kira Burakkuhāto. The Host of the Burakkuhāto House. He was in charge of everything within the house and manor. He was also in charge of the ghosts in the basement, he had been killing for a long time and had taken a break from it because of Sachiko. However, the wanting of death was too much so why not had a little fun with the ghosts and the people he had. "If this keeps up, things might be delayed. I don't mind the bodies, but the ghosts are going to be a little troublesome since they have their adrenaline...I think." He said to himself aloud. He turned his head towards the curved staircase, the guests were sleeping in their rooms. Thanks to the invitations being enchanted, the five guests were transported to the house in their sleep and were sleeping in their quarters.

Kira gently rubbed his left temple, he sighed sharply from a little irritation. He didn't know how long it was going to be until his friends woke up. The basement was crawling with the former staff and Sachiko hadn't found the ghosts to return them to their cells or at least kill the former staff. "I need a drink." He said in a groggy voice, closing his eyes slowly, "A pepsi, Mountain Dew, Root Beer; I don't care, anything that has sugar in it." He sighed heavily fiddling his black cross with his free hand, the crystal ball becoming smokey as it waited for its next command from its master.

[The symbol can be anything you want, I don't wish.]

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