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Someone had beat him here – that didn’t happen very often, if ever. Not that he minded either, rationally knowing that the fewer fights he was in himself, the better, even if he had gone out with the intention to hunt. A glance around confirmed what he knew to be true however: negativity begat negativity. In lieu of a group of thugs or small-time criminals to defeat, there remained an evil spirit that lingered, watching with perverse interest, unused to being noticed by the living. He had yet to acknowledge its presence.
“You missed something,” Keisuke warned Rex, not pointing out the spirit. He’d never met another psychic before; his standards for the perception of those around him was rather low. “But I guess I should thank you for saving me some time.” Sure there was the reputation of a masked vigilante that went around this area – but even if Kei feigned any awareness of such nicknames he had earned, he wasn’t exactly the territorial sort. For all he knew, this man had his own bone to pick with these men, some unconscious, some writhing in pain, wisely keeping quiet lest any further attention be rained upon them through a flurry of attacks.
“Did they do something to upset you? Was it personal?”
