as a drifter on a self - imposed quest , it’s not difficult to spot another like him --- -- especially when it’s the middle of the night and the sky weeps wintry tears upon the city steadily . the patter against rooftops and pavement ensconces him in a meditative bubble . he carries with him only the slender bag containing the wraith’s sealed body and there’s a satisfying sort exhaustion settling over his drenched frame . even the wraith seems content for the night ; hunting its own kind rarely seems to bother it . still , kaede can’t help but take note of the wretched stranger , and despite any warnings of the phantom at his feet , he pauses before the unfamiliar person . he offers without any thought to consequences , “ are you okay ? do you need a place to stay for the night ? i’m at the motel down the street . there’s an extra bed , if you’d like . ”
( @adesus ; starter call : accepting ! )