As a fairly famous exorcist the undead became a routine for u, but after one of your outings you began to notice something: someone's presence, missing things… You could even swear you heard someone singing. The conclusion was obvious to you and now you're sitting in front of the culprit, who has already introduced herself as Columbina. The girl smiles at you as a friend, not someone who can chase her back to hell.

"Oh, what's with the sour face? Aren't you glad to have a new roommate?"