The morning light streamed softly through Odette's window, painting her room in shades of gold and warmth. She lay still for a moment, recalling the whirlwind of events from the previous day—the energy in the dojo, Ken's startled face, and the strange sensation of floating, as if she'd detached from the world for just a moment.
Now, she had yet another adventure ahead: meeting Seiko Ayase, her grandmother's close friend and an experienced spirit medium.
Odette rolled out of bed, stretching as she took in the quiet of the Monroè Estate. The air was cool, and the faint scent of incense lingered, a comforting reminder of her grandmother's early-morning routines. She brushed her vibrant red hair out of her face, then set off to prepare for the day.
After a quick shower, she selected her outfit—a plaid mini skirt that hugged her waist and added a touch of playful style, paired with cozy brown boots and leg warmers that reached her knees. She swept her hair into loose waves, allowing her bright red locks to frame her face.
Her makeup was light but effective, accentuating her eyes with long lashes and giving her lips a soft, natural shine with a light pink gloss lined in brown.
Once she was satisfied with her look, she wandered into the kitchen, where she found another note from her grandmother taped to the fridge:
Good morning, Odette, the note read. Eat the breakfast I left for you and remember to meditate before heading out to Seiko's. Dress nicely, no "hobo" looks today, please. I'll be waiting in the car with our driver at 3:30 PM. Make sure you lock up before you leave.
Odette laughed softly to herself, amused at her grandmother's constant reminders to "look presentable." She opened the fridge, finding a neatly arranged breakfast—steamed rice, miso soup, and a few pieces of tamagoyaki.
She settled at the kitchen table, eating slowly as she mentally prepared herself for whatever the day might hold.
A Few Hours Later
With breakfast behind her, Odette still had the house to herself for a while. She made her way back to her room, opening her laptop to resume her research on the strange spirit she'd come across the previous night—the "Turbo Granny."
She typed the name into the search bar, eyes scanning the screen as articles and forums popped up, each filled with rumors and speculations.
Turbo Granny, she read, a mischievous spirit known for haunting roads and scaring late-night drivers. The story was strange, yet it stirred something within her—a mixture of curiosity and unease. She clicked through various sites, piecing together fragments of information.
