"This is Michiko." Mai stood next to the girl from the courtyard and introduced her to the Host Club and the Shibuya team.

After Michiko had shared her story with Mai and Tamaki, they went to meet the rest of the group in the music room. Michiko refused to enter the music room, so everyone had gathered to meet her in the classroom they were calling home base.

On the way there, Naru had stopped Mai and waited until the others were out of sight. "Mai, you were supposed to be back at sundown."

Mai was immediately irritated. Why did Naru always have to be such a jerk? Especially after she'd just found their biggest lead in the case. He could show a little gratitude. "I'm sorry we were a few minutes late," She said, trying to remain calm, "but Tamaki and I were talking to Michiko so –"

"I don't care!" Naru snapped, his dark eyes flashing with anger. "I need you to be back on time."

Mai jumped, startled by Naru's sudden change in tone. He looked away from Mai and clenched his fists. Why is he getting so upset? She wondered. Could it be that he's… worried about me?

Just as quickly, Naru was back to his usual self. "I just don't like waiting around for you. Be on time, Mai." He strode past her and carried on down the hallway, leaving Mai fuming.

What. A. Jerk.

Mai stomped after him and made her way to the classroom, where the rest of the team was gathered around Michiko.

"Mai tells us you know where our ghost came from?" Ayako spoke up. "Care to share with us?"

Michiko looked around nervously. "I – I'm not sure where to begin."

"Just tell them exactly what you told me," Mai said, urging Michiko to speak.

She slowly lowered herself into the seat of a desk, still holding her book, and took a deep breath. "Thirty years ago, when Music Room #3 was still a music room, there was a student named Kazuko. She was a quiet girl in third year, and she loved to play the cello. She could almost always be found in the music room practicing a beautiful melody. But she spent so much time in the music room that she didn't exactly fit in. She was invisible to most people, and she didn't have many friends." Michiko glanced at a monitor, displaying the video feed of the music room, and continued. "One day Kazuko got sick. They took her to the hospital. They tried to save her, but they couldn't. She died a few weeks later. Most of her classmates didn't even notice she was gone."

Everyone in the room was silent. Only the sound of Honey sniffling as he wiped away his tears could be heard.

Then Naru said, "What you've told us is consistent with the information Lin and I gathered today. But how is it that you know all of this?"

Michiko held out the book she had been holding to her chest. "This is my mother's old diary. I found it when I was cleaning a few weeks ago." A tear rolled down her cheek. "She was one of Kazuko's only friends."

Mai took Michiko's hand, and Haruhi handed her a tissue.

"This doesn't make sense," Monk said after a moment. "If her death was an accident, why would this girl turn into such a violent spirit? It just doesn't fit."

"It's not her," Masako whispered gravely. "There's another spirit."

Nekozawa gasped. The twins had to sit down.

Michiko nodded. "Kazuko's best friend was a boy named Yoshiro. He played the piano, and he spent almost as much time in the music room as she did. They had known each other since they were little… and he loved her. When Kazuko died, he was devastated. And he was angry that no one seemed to care." Her voice trembling, she continued. "Not too long after, they found his body in the music room. He had hung himself."

Everyone in the room was stunned. Honey was still crying softly as he hugged Usa-chan.

Kyoya frowned. "How is it possible that we've never heard about this incident? I've studied the history of this school intensively."

"The school didn't want anyone to know what happened." Naru said knowingly. "You can only imagine what it would do to the prestigious Ouran Acdemy's reputation. So they hid the truth."

Michiko nodded again. Looking down at the diary, she said, "This is probably the only record."

Naru began to pace the room. "So Yoshiro is the spirit who has been terrorizing the host club." He said. "But why now? After 30 years, why has he come back?"

"It's my fault." Michiko said, choking back a sob. "When I read about what happened, I felt horrible. I guess I wanted to make it better somehow. So I snuck into the music room one night, after everyone had left, and I just started to talk." She wiped her eyes on her yellow sleeve of her uniform. "It's not that I thought anyone was really there. I didn't think Kazuko could actually hear me or anything. I just wanted to tell her how sorry I was. But I made a horrible mistake. It wasn't Kazuko who heard me. Before I knew what was happening, all of the lights went out. The piano started to play – not a melody, but one harsh, horrible note pounding over and over. The whole room was shaking, and then a painting flew off of the wall towards me. I got out of there as fast as I could. I've been so terrified ever since. I haven't been able to eat or sleep." She paused to take another deep breath. "There was just so much anger. I could feel it. I don't know why or how, but that night I called something back. Something that's not from this world. Something angry. Something… evil."

The room was silent. From the monitor came the faint sound of a piano being played.