The air outside the diner was thick with unease. Mobi's shout cut through the tension like a knife.
"Uh, guys!" Mobi yelled, his voice trembling.
"What?" Justice called back, already on edge.
"There's a weird person standing right in front of me," Mobi replied, his tone a mix of fear and disbelief.
Kaijin and Justice exchanged a look before rushing out of the smoke-filled diner. They skidded to a stop beside Mobi, Kaijin instinctively positioning himself in the middle.
"That smoke thing—it went into this person," Mobi said, his voice low but shaky.
The three of them stared at the figure before them. Dressed in an imposing samurai armor, it wore a bamboo hat with a long veil obscuring its eyes. Smoke curled faintly beneath the veil, drifting upward like whispers given form.
Kaijin's eyes narrowed as he stepped forward. "Who are you? And where's the diner keeper?"
