247 Iesp 458 Risa Murakami Apart -

“Yuki lived here before me,” Risa said. “She died in 2011. IESP rated her a 458. But you don’t have a 458 scale, do you?”

“Level 247s don’t manifest physically,” I muttered, recording into my wrist mic. “Something’s off.” 247 IESP 458 Risa Murakami Apart

That’s how I ended up in Risa Murakami’s apartment at 3:00 AM. “Yuki lived here before me,” Risa said

“You’re not here to document me,” Risa said. Her voice came from everywhere and nowhere, like a radio tuned between stations. “You’re here because IESP sent you to clean up their mistake.” But you don’t have a 458 scale, do you

I followed the sound. The apartment was pristine. Her books were alphabetized. Her single teacup sat on a cork coaster. On the fridge, a sticky note in neat handwriting: “Milk expires Tuesday.” Tuesday was three days ago.

The microwave beeped. The turntable began to spin, empty now, but the air pressure dropped like a diving plane.