Shouta sighs, his grip tightening slightly on his flashlight. Out of all pro heroes, why did they choose him to do this ghost hunt mission? The black-haired man's eyes narrow, focusing on the job. He takes a ghost detector out of his bag, a little cheesy but they've become more dependable as quirks developed.

Shouta had barely taken it out when he heard a slam, making him jump in surprise, "What the shit.." He mutters, as he was supposedly alone. He slowly picks the bag back up, and cautiously eyeballs the room around him.