Reigen sat at his desk, sweating in the dinky air conditioning of the Spirits and Such office. He let out a sigh, yanking at his tie in an attempt to find some respite. He focused on his laptop, furrowed his brow, concentrated as he swiftly edited images in Photoshop for a client. "Damn heat," he muttered under his breath.

Reigen's index finger tapped impatiently on the worn surface of his desk as he leaned back in his creaky office chair. All in a day's work for the self-proclaimed psychic.