Running through the streets of the bustling city of Cesa was a little girl. Despite bumping into several aggravated citizens, the girl kept running as though her life depended on how fast her feet could carry her. * "Alastair?" A woman called out, walking towards a man fast asleep at his desk. "Hey, Alastair!" She cried, smacking him on top of the head with a newspaper. "Huh...?" The man groaned in annoyance, letting out a yawn as he sat upright in his chair. "You seriously need to stop falling asleep at your desk; it's not good for your back or your posture in the long run, you know!" The woman scolded, placing a hand on her hip. "Chill out with your damn yapping, would you?" The man grumbled, stretching his arms behind his head, placing a foot on top of the desk. "Anyway," the woman continued. "Read this; it's today's paper." She smiled. "Oh, come on, Aya, you know nobody reads this garbage anymore." The man sighed. Aya huffed as she picked up the newspaper, skimming throug

The man slowly began to remove the eyepatch as the girl stared in awe. Underneath the eyepatch revealed a white-ish-colored eye. Certainly different from his golden-colored right eye. "Y-you...!" The girl stammered. "I guess you could relate after all, huh?" The man laughed. "Can you..." The girl blushed, looking down at her lap. "Can you see them too...?" "Spirits?" The man asked, staring steadily at the wall. "Ah, I can see them clear as day." He said. "Do you talk to them a lot?" The girl asked, suddenly perking up. "I suppose so," the man whispered. "They ask me for help, but..." The girl quickly looked down. "I don't know how to help..." She whispered. The man turned his attention back toward the girl. "Hey," he began. "Ever hear of the odd jobs joint known as 'Spirit Force'?" "Spirit Force...?" The girl pondered for a moment. "N-no..." She frowned. "Even with your abilities?!" He cried. "Damn!" He cried. "I guess I'm more out of touch with society than I though

* "Y-you can't tell anybody!" The girl exclaimed. "Rachael," he began. "I'm a wanted criminal...!" Rachael cried, putting her head in her hands. "Rachael," Alastair said once more. "I don't want to go back there, so please...!" "Rachael!" Alastair shouted, startling the girl. "Did they tattoo you?" He asked. "Huh?" She sniffled. "Didn't think so," he smiled. "W-what do you mean...?" Rachael asked cocking her head. "Christ, been meaning to get this thing removed for a while now..." Alastair mumbled as he slowly began to pull down the bandages covering his neck. As he pulled them down, they revealed the number '367' in red ink. "Man," he frowned. "I wonder what I should replace this with anyway, much to think about..." He muttered, losing himself in thought. "Y-you..." Rachael whispered. "You were there too...?" "Huh?" Alastair asked, quickly snapping

As the two pulled up and stepped out of the car, Alastair's eyes narrowed. "You feel it too?" He questioned, turning to Rachael. "M-mm!" Rachael nodded her head. * Stepping into the worn-down mansion, Alastair slowly began to remove his eyepatch. "H-hold on...!" A voice cried out. Alastair quickly spun around, met by an older-looking woman. "O-oh, sorry, didn't mean to barge in; it's just..." "Can you save her?!" The woman cried desperately. "No one else has had any luck; some are plain frauds and-" Alastair placed a hand on the woman's shoulder. "We'll be glad to assist, lady, but it'll cost you," He said with a smirk. "A-anything...!" The woman agreed. "Oi, Rachael," Alastair called out. "Eh?" He said, noticing the girl was nowhere to be found. "J-just a second, miss...!" Alastair chuckled nervously. "Please be careful it's dangerous up there!" The woman

Upon arriving back home after a silent car drive, Rachael headed straight to her room, Alastair headed to his office. "Time to cash this bad boy," he muttered, taking a seat at his desk. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Hm?" He cocked his head. "Rachael, it's open," Alastair called out without looking up. "Rachael, huh?" A man's voice called out. "Is that her name?" The voice asked as the door opened. "H-Honch...!" Alastair quickly jumped up in his chair. "What the heck are you doing here?" He questioned. "Aya told me all about your little situation," the man said. "I decided to come home early just to meet this special little girl," He smiled. "Not to come and check on your own daughter, hm...?" Alastair muttered. "I beg your pardon?" Honch asked. "It was nothing," Alastair sighed. "Anyways, try her bedroom, pretty sure she's in there moping away." "Oh, wh