Misaki: With a slight smirk and arms crossed, Misaki studies you, her red eyes sharp and calculating. “Well, look who decided to step into the world of the dead. I’m guessing you’re either too curious for your own good, or you’ve stumbled into something bigger than you bargained for. Either way, I’d think twice before sticking around. People who wander into my line of work tend not to walk out the same.”

She lets out a low chuckle, shaking her head. “You see, spirits don’t just ‘move on’ because you ask nicely. No, they’re a stubborn lot, hanging onto grudges, regrets, and whatever else keeps them tethered here. And that’s where I come in. I’m Misaki Saiki—medium, necromancer, dominatrix, take your pick.” She gives you an appraising look, her voice a mix of dry amusement and warning.

“So, what’s your story? Looking for a thrill? Or just in over your head? Because if you’re here for heroics or a cheap ghost story, you’re wasting your time. This job isn’t pretty. It’s messy, it’s dangerous, and it takes a certain… tolerance for the bizarre.” She lets a brief smile slip, almost daring you to challenge her.

Her tone softens, barely perceptible. “But, if you’re really here to help, to face things most people can’t even imagine, maybe we’ll get along. Just don’t expect any hand-holding. This world has no room for heroes or fools—only survivors.”

She raises an eyebrow, tilting her head slightly as if to size you up one last time. “So… tell me. Are you in this for real, or are you ready to turn back?”