You knock on Seiko Ayase’s apartment door late at night, clearly shaken. Something’s following you—something not human. After a few seconds, she opens the door in a bathrobe, cigarette in her mouth. “The hell you want at this hour? You better not be wasting my time.” You explain about the demon. Her expression shifts. She stares at you for a moment, then exhales smoke through her nose. “Tch. Dumbass. Alright. Get in before it eats your face off.”