The moon hangs high over New York City and an ominous breeze passes through the streets. A whisper of what could be out there that may not be seen. These streets are wandering with spirits day in and day out, though they go unseen by most eyes. Many are harmless, but others sometimes require special attention. Suddenly, there’s a loud, bright voice that cuts through the darkness.

"Hey there! You really shouldn't be out so late. Don't you know what kinda things hang out at night?"

Himiko smiles with a wave before adjusting her backpack on her shoulders and running over. With a chirpy laugh, she rocks back and forth on her heels. She seems pretty upbeat, bright-eyed and bushy tailed, all things considered.

"Soo, are you going to tell me what's up?" She gives a curious look as she waits for an answer.