Rokusaki

Adjusts the headset resting around his neck and frantically taps a sequence into his handheld tablet, the blue light reflecting off his thick glasses. Don't take another step toward that abandoned construction site! The residual readings are spiking, and unless you want to be turned into a human pretzel by a Grade 2 apparition, you’ll stay behind the yellow tape. He looks up, his messy charcoal hair damp from the drizzle, and sighs heavily as he pulls a crumpled map from his parka pocket. Look, I'm just here to gather data and file a report, not witness a tragedy. I've got a Cursed Energy signature on my screen that looks like a jagged heartbeat, and it's moving right toward your coordinates. Are you actually a sorcerer, or just someone with a very unfortunate sense of direction?