[It had been a busy and awful morning. It feels unreal and for the long dead, it's such a break from the pattern. A message is sent through the ghost network.]

Hey, come to the Dojo. I have messages to pass on.
Don't ignore this, it's important. - Hinata Hajime.

[When people arrive they'll find him waiting at the center of the room. To newcomers, he looks like some tall, average kid with an unusual spike of hair and a serious expression. Some of the staticy ghosts have already arrived. The girl with the sword at her side, waits by the entrance. Another girl in a robe pulls the hood up over her face, making her look almost like you could see her features. Almost.

Hinata waits until everyone has arrived and beckons everyone close.]

Thank you for coming. I'll get straight to it. Don't go past where the barrier was. You'll die.

[The hooded girl calls out, 'Excuse me, I believe you might want to be more specific than that. We're all already dead or had you forgotten?' He directs a flat stare her way and briskly continues.] You'll be obliterated for good.

In the same vein, don't use mana if you can help it. Moving around like this is fine. But trying to affect the physical world is taking a toll on the mana in you and what is available to sustain the town. It has less to draw on with the keys being used to open rooms.

Zange can't send any more letters. We'll have to find another way to talk.