"Will I ever see them again? Better yet will they ever see me?" I muttered under my breath. Looking down at my old hometown it was hard to believe that it had been nearly a year since I had seen them last. A year since I joined that doomed expedition into that cursed mansion. There was a reason why ever since we were young we had always been warned against visiting the old moja mbaya's mansion. And I was a living example, for it had been a year since I had become the wamesahau moja. 

moja mbaya- evil one

wamesahau moja- forgotten one