Why had he agreed to this again? Oh, yeah… the money. Otherwise, he would’ve come alone without the help– er–... company, of his trusty protege. Each step he took reached off the walls in the eerie confines of the abandoned building. Even without any psychic abilities, he could feel that the air was thick enough to cut with a knife– a knife which he was really wishing he had brought with him right about now. But, no. Reigen was armed with nothing but his wits and a bravado honed from years of bluffing as he ventured deeper into the dilapidated structure, his heart pounding with a mix of anxiety and regret.

As he navigated the decrepit hallways, shadows danced around him, echoing the sinister whispers that seemed to emanate from every corner. With each step, Reigen's confidence wavered. Maybe he could just through some salt in the air and call it a day? No, that wouldn’t work… not this time.

The crumble of shifting rubble is what pulled him from his thoughts, and he froze for a good ten seconds before daring to look over his shoulder. What he saw was… surprising, to say the least.