Izumi dangled her feet off the side of the white sofa in the Mansion's living room. Her bright pink hair messily lay on the couch as she laid her back down. She had her legs propped up on the armrest and kept her eyes on the ceiling. Izumi had awoken in the Mansion a couple of months ago remembering nothing from her death. Confused and restlessly curious, she traveled to her home town where she discovered the news of how she died. Since ghosts cannot travel as freely as before, she had to attach herself to a young girl that eventually took her home. She found her mother and father looking at an old picture. It was the picture of the day she got accepted to become a voice actress for an upcoming anime show that had high hopes of making it big. It was about a decade since her first show and she was surprised her parents still had it. Izumi learned that it was already two years past her funeral and her family seemed to be over it. They had forgotten her, she felt. Upset about how easily they no longer remembered her, she used her ghostly abilities to throw her family off. Izumi messed up their rooms and went into their dreams, sometimes showing up to her sister just to scare her. Her warning was clear: Remember Me. Her family put up a big picture of Izumi in their living room and prayed together for her even though they did already in the months that followed her immediate death. Finally she was satisfied that they wouldn't forget her and returned to the Mansion where Ms. Moon had allowed her to stay.
She refused to act like she was dead and went along her life pretending to be human. Though she was in a state of denial, she welcomed the physical advantages of being unseen and weightless. She never bothered to look where she was going and let her feet be her eyes, trusting that no harm would come to her even if she walked right off the roof of the large dream house. She wore the same clothes from the car crash and now had a large scar from the middle of her right eye brow that extended deep into her scalp. It was from when her skull slammed down on the dashboard of her mother's Honda the night of her death. Stubborn as she was, she refused to wear a seat beat, praising her mother for being such a great driver that she didn't need one. Now look where that got her. Though she knows that her rejection of simple life saving precautions landed her to a ghost, she hasn't learned anything or "grown up". Izumi is still the same stubborn headed girl. She hummed the theme song to her first anime show and twirled her hair between her fingers waiting for the humans to arrive.