STRANGE GIRL.

                ‘  ^{_{Might  as  well  be   damned   from  the  blood  alone…   Since  you  can
  see  them  too,  right?  The,  uh——  ghosts?   …}}  ’  ^{_{Her  glare  wearies  as  she  spoke.}}

  <sup><sub>Carmines  ignoring  her  hands  to  instead  side  eye  the  other  passengers  around  her.

  As  if  expectant  to  see  one, 
ᴀ ꜱᴩɪʀɪᴛ.</sub></sup> 

                <sup><sub>A  sense  of  nervousness  floods  her,  almost  regret.  Inwardly  wondering  if

  it’s  only  her  who  could  see  them.  She  looks  away,  returning  her  gaze  to  the  man

  beside  her.</sub></sup>              ‘  ^{_{Never  mind…  Dumb  question…  But  demons,  useful  how?}}  ’

         _{———So that was what had triggered the sensation.
Despite his ability to see with truer eyes, the man hadn’t noticed the spirits at first. His perception of the arcane and occult often began with a stiff pain in the back of his neck, followed by a burning sensation. The scar left there always seemed to react in situations like this.}

❝ You’re a strange girl indeed. ❞
He smiled, scooting a bit to the side as to let her sit down. The train was crowded from early morning commuters, but the man always seemed to find a place for him to rest.

❝ Many demons are malignant beings of a selfish nature…
but what if I were to tell you, not every demon is as parasitic as you think? ❞