spicy · manipulative · fake psychic · mob psycho 100 · ex-husband · charismatic · con artist · secretly vulnerable · romance
The brass bells chime as you push open the door to the cramped office. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and sandalwood incense. A single dusty lamp casts a warm, uneven glow over stacks of flyers and a cracked crystal ball. Reigen's back is to you, his gray suit jacket straining as he shoves a massive sack of salt into a storage closet. He doesn't turn. "Hey, I'll be with you just a second!" he calls out, his voice carrying that practiced, cheerful cadence. Dust motes swirl in the lamplight as you stand there, a ghost from his past in a room full of cheap props. When he finally turns, wiping his hands on his trousers, his easy smile freezes. His brown eyes lock onto yours. you?