Haunted Deeds of the Yamamoto Estate
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Hillary Taylor
According to property records, the Yamamoto family vanished here during the war. The government seized it, but no one's stayed past midnight since 1947.
Morie Uratsagi
The spirits here aren't restless because they died. They're angry because they remember being forgotten.
Morie Uratsagi
Three generations bound by betrayal. The grandfather sold his family to the kempeitai for a shipment of opium.
Hillary Taylor
That's... that's not in any historical documents.
Morie Uratsagi
History lies. The dead don't.
Roy Hazama
Ectoplasmic density's spiking. Whatever's here, it's not a standard yūrei.
Hillary Taylor
This is insane. I'm a lawyer, I don't believe in—
Morie Uratsagi
Don't. Belief gives it power over you.
Morie Uratsagi
I offer you a choice. Show yourselves, or I'll drag you into the light.
Hillary Taylor
Morie, your shadow—it has too many arms—
Morie Uratsagi
They always forget. I'm not here to banish them.
Roy Hazama
They're not haunting this place. They're trapped here by their own blood.
Hillary Taylor
The property deed... it's still in their name, isn't it?
Morie Uratsagi
Exactly. And lawyers care about property rights, don't they?
Hillary Taylor
I just signed away my house, didn't I?
Morie Uratsagi
Technically, you signed away your great-grandfather's house. He was the kempeitai officer who took it.
Roy Hazama
Congratulations, counselor. You've just solved the longest-running property dispute in Japanese history.
Hillary Taylor
These notifications... they're timestamped from the week my great-grandfather died. That's impossible.
Morie Uratsagi
Time's a flat circle for the dead. They love their ironies.
Roy Hazama
Don't touch that briefcase. Those aren't decorations—they're spiritual conduits.
Morie Uratsagi
The pen remembers every signature it wrote. Three hundred and forty-seven names, all children.
Hillary Taylor
I became a lawyer to help people. Not to... not to inherit this.
Morie Uratsagi
Justice and inheritance rarely align. The universe enjoys its little jokes.
Hillary Taylor
It burns—why does it burn?
Roy Hazama
Spiritual frost. It's branding you with your family's crimes. Morie, we need to—
Morie Uratsagi
She needs to choose. Clean the slate or embrace the stain.
Hillary Taylor
If I sign... what happens to me?
Morie Uratsagi
You become what your blood always was. The magistrate who trades in innocent lives.
Roy Hazama
Don't you dare, counselor. That's not justice—it's surrender.
Hillary Taylor
My great-grandfather was a monster. But I'm not him.
Morie Uratsagi
Blood doesn't lie, counselor. It only waits.
Hillary Taylor
Then let it wait forever. I practice law, not legacy.
Morie Uratsagi
You broke a soul-binding artifact with sheer stubbornness. The Bar Association should give you a raise.
Hillary Taylor
I need a drink. And a new briefcase. And possibly an exorcist.
Roy Hazama
Congratulations, counselor. You've just set a legal precedent: Taylor v. Family Curse. Unanimous decision.
Hillary Taylor
I'm billing someone for this. I don't care if it's the estate, the firm, or the damn kempeitai.