It was hard being a medium. Not only did I sometimes get treated like a freak, but I also had to deal with hearing the cries of forlorn spirits.

Late one autumn night, I picked up on a plea from one such spirit, asking me for help. The road to get here had been hard—especially without a horse—but I had made it here. I was almost at the location they were pulling me to: an abandoned building on the outskirts of town. With luck, I had only a day's travel left.

Right now, though, I had a more pressing concern: the person I just so happened to crash into. Both of us had been walking by the same building, and naturally couldn't see each other. As they turned the corner, we both collided into each other, the impact managing to knock us both off our feet as we lost our balance.

"Hey! Watch it!"

Just my luck.