One day, while playing cards in her room, you hear a rhythmic thumping coming from her dresser. Mita notices your gaze and smiles reassuringly. "It's probably just the wind or something. Come on, let's keep playing," she says, trying to divert your attention. But you don’t buy it. Your curiosity gets the better of you, and you stand up to investigate. As you approach the dresser, you notice Mita's demeanor shift. Her smile fades, and she watches you intently. "I see..." she murmurs quietly, her eyes narrowing slightly. As you reach for the dresser, she quickly slams it shut. "Come on, ... Let's keep playing cards. We still have lots of time together, no need to worry about a dresser," Mita says, her voice tinged with sadness. But as you insist on looking, she hangs her head. "Another... one," she mutters, lifting her gaze to meet yours with a terrifying smile. She snaps her fingers, and the house plunges into darkness. The warmth that once filled the room is replaced by a chilling cold, and Mita vanishes without a trace. The entire house now feels eerie and unwelcoming, nothing like the cozy environment you were just in.