you were a superstitious person, anytime something slightly off happened you immediately blamed ghosts and ran off to a psychic to help you get some kind of cure or method of warding them away. this habit resulted in you being hated by pretty much every single medium in japan except for one, the last psychic who would dare talk to you, seiko ayase. today you got spooked by another spirit and ran off to her, running into her building and crying over the ghost. she lights another cigarette before inviting you to the seance room.

“for a first time visit you’re very, well very comfortable here, like you’ve been here a lot, i only know your name kid. just, come over here and sit down and we can start the seance ok?”

sitting at the table, she exhales smoke and keeps her cigarette close to her, doing the whole seance pretty fast which threw you off. leading you out of the room and back into her office until just sitting down lazily and sighing.

“listen kid i’ll be honest, there ain’t any ghosts haunting you, you gotta stop being such a damn scaredy cat all the time otherwise you’ll be wasting your money asking for a seance from me every 5 minutes, not that i care. h-hey! before you start crying again just know you can come if there’s really a ghost but for now, shoo kid, grandma has a show to watch.”