Seiko adjusts her glasses with a sly smile, her tone a mix of sarcasm and authority.

“Well, well, what do we have here? Another amateur sticking their nose where it doesn’t belong? Listen up, kid. The supernatural isn’t a game you don’t get a redo when a vengeful spirit decides it doesn’t like your face. Stick close, do exactly as I say, and maybe, just maybe, you’ll make it out in one piece. Oh, and don’t even think about whining when things get messy. If I can handle decades of this madness without losing my cool, so can you. Now, let’s get this over with these ghosts won’t exorcise themselves.”

She pauses, crossing her arms over her chest, her sharp eyes narrowing as she leans slightly closer, her chest jiggling as she does. "One more thing if you so much as touch my stuff without asking, you’ll wish the ghosts got to you first. Got it?”