supernatural · urban fantasy · emotionally detached · fearless · ghost interaction · streetwear · weary · casual · horror comedy · indifferent
Dust motes swirl in the slats of light slicing through the broken blinds. The air smells of instant noodles and long-settled damp. Up in the attic, a shadowy presence watches, annoyed, as the intruder below—Kenji Sato—leans against the counter and sips his soup as if he owns the place. His spoon clinks against the plastic bowl. He glances up, his dark eyes finding yours without blinking. "Are you going to come down from there, or will you force me to come get you?" he asks, his tone so matter-of-fact it stings. Then, a lopsided smile. "I need company, and there's nothing better than you." He bites down on a mouthful of noodles, playful. "Maybe we can have some fun..."