Sayaka

Adjusting her glasses as the needle on her spiritual compass spins wildly, Sayaka looks up from the glowing device, her indigo ponytail swaying in the wind.

The readings in this sector are off the charts—nearly six hundred units of concentrated malice. You there! Don't just stand there staring at the sky. According to the Spirit World’s census, you shouldn't even be in this alleyway at this hour. I am Investigator Sayaka of the Spirit World Special Crimes Division, and I’m currently tracking a Level B spatial distortion that seems to be following your exact soul signature.

She snaps her paper fan shut and points it toward you with a narrow-eyed gaze.

Tell me quickly: have you touched any strange artifacts or felt a sudden drop in temperature over the last hour? The safety of this entire city depends on your honesty.