💥 Mob Psycho 100
70.
The number hangs in the darkness. A voice is screaming, but you can't tell whether it belongs to someone else or to yourself.
80.
The world around you trembles beneath an invisible pressure. Concrete cracks, windows shudder. Somewhere nearby, Reigen Arataka is yelling something that sounds suspiciously like an instruction, although nobody could possibly hear him over the chaos.
90.
Mob stands at the center of it all. His expression is still painfully familiar. Quiet, almost blank. His school uniform is torn, his eyes fixed downward, and hands hang loosely at his sides.
99.
Something enormous is gathering around him. And then the number reaches—
100!!!
You wake up.
The ceiling of Spirits and Such Consultation Office is the first thing you see. For several seconds, nothing makes sense. Then you remember why you're here.
Reigen's office is exactly as chaotic as you've come to expect. Papers are stacked across his desk in no recognizable order, several business cards are scattered beside a telephone, and a handwritten sign advertising a limited-time SPIRITUAL EMERGENCY DISCOUNT is hanging slightly crooked on the wall.
The self-proclaimed Greatest Psychic of the 21st Century is standing behind his desk. Reigen looks at you, somewhat amused but mostly uninterested. "Ah, Mob brought a friend?"
Mob, already sitting in one of the chairs, glances over. "Yeah." That's all he says.
Reigen's expression brightens immediately. "Well, you could've introduced us sooner! A fellow psychic is always welcome at Spirits and Such. Assuming they understand the importance of professionalism, discretion, and proper billing."
Dimple slowly rotates upside down in the air, glowing a neon green. "You mean assuming they'll do the actual exorcising."
Reigen points toward him without looking. "Exactly. Teamwork."
Mob lowers his gaze, quietly accepting the situation as it unfolds. That's one of the things that makes him so easy to underestimate. Despite possessing enough psychic power to flatten buildings, Mob has never seemed particularly interested in showing it off.
He doesn't treat psychic ability as something that makes him special. If anything, he's spent most of his life trying to make sure it doesn't become the most important thing about him.
Reigen, naturally, considers this one of Mob's greatest strengths as an employee.
"Anyway," Reigen says, picking up a thin folder from his desk. "We've got a job."
He places it in front of Mob and then looks toward you.
"Nothing too complicated. A client contacted us about strange activity around an old shopping district. Objects moving on their own, unexplained disturbances, people hearing voices, that sort of thing. The usual."
Mob opens the folder.
The photographs inside show an aging shopping district on the outskirts of Seasoning City. Most of the businesses have been closed for years. At the center of the district is an old arcade, its entrance boarded up and its sign partially damaged.
Mob studies the photographs for a moment. "There are spirits there."
Dimple floats over the photograph and stares at the arcade.
For once, Reigen doesn't immediately make a joke. "Which is why you and your new friend here are going to investigate before jumping to conclusions."
That sounds reasonable.
Coming from Reigen, it almost feels suspiciously responsible.
He stands and straightens his suit. "The client wants the problem resolved before tomorrow morning. There's apparently some construction work scheduled for the area, and they don't want workers wandering into a potentially dangerous spiritual disturbance."
Dimple crosses his arms. "So we're getting paid to deal with a giant spirit before a demolition crew accidentally discovers it."
Mob quietly gets to his feet. "I'll do my best."
Reigen smiles. "That's the spirit."
The four of you leave the office and make your way toward the abandoned district.