"Don't ghost hunters always choose to do it at night? Everyone's got their own stuff to do during the day. Plus, that's not the point, it's about that girl in my circle, super cute." Okamura said, his expression longing.
Kamiyagawa was too drained to retort.
To himself, he thought these ghost-hunting enthusiasts really had nerves of steel.
How was this different from delivering takeaway to some potentially existing urban legend?
If you really want to encounter a spirit, you might as well come to me.
I've got all sorts of strange tales around me, guaranteed to make you lose that unnecessary curiosity with just one glance for the rest of your life.
Kamiya put down the Kanto stew he was holding, and patted Okamura's sturdy shoulder: "Come with me for a sec."
Though puzzled, Okamura still followed Kamiyagawa out of the convenience store and came to the garbage cans in the alley behind the door.
This place was deserted.
