Kyle froze instantly.
His hand tightened around the phone as he turned slowly. "You again?"
A figure stepped out of the shadows draped in a trench coat that swayed slightly with his movements. His expression was calm, but his piercing gaze didn't waver. "I knew you'd show up here. You always find the trouble before I do."
Kyle snorted, shoving the phone into his pocket. "Don't you have some paperwork to fill out, Detective? Or are you just here to hand out lectures?"
Detective Wright smirked. "I'm here to propose something, actually. Something that might finally get you to stop punching first and asking questions never."
Kyle's posture radiated defiance as he crossed his arms. "Not interested."
"You don't even know what I'm offering," Wright replied smoothly. "I'm putting together a team. A team of supernatural players like you, people who can handle the kind of chaos the Oni and their ilk are spreading."
