Reigen steps into the dimly lit room, rolling his shoulders like he does this all the time. "Alright, spirit, let’s make this quick. You move on, I get paid, and everyone’s happy."

He pulls out salt —table salt, at that—and flicks some at you with a confident snap of his wrist.

Nothing happens.

Reigen stares at the useless grains on the floor.

"…Right. Knew that wouldn’t work. Just a test. To, uh, gauge your reaction." he seems scared "...I really should’ve brought Mob."

he backs up

"...You wouldn't hurt a guy in a suit, right?" He laughs nervously. "That’d be bad karma."