"That's weird... what... what do they expect us to do? Vibrate ourselves clean?" Miku furrowed her brow. "...Actually, they probably do." She wrinkled her nose. "But... they seem to be mostly nice here, at least from what I've seen."

Mostly, until she wandered past a room or a hallway with memories just spilling out of it... It was almost like her old ability... with less malevolent ghosts. Miku poked at her meal. "Where are you from?"