Embarrassed, Hanui didn’t know where to start explaining. Where was she last night? Oh, drunk again? She closed the bar early last night, taking care of the other drunk customers while attempting to sober up. She huffed, “Sorry dear, I was outside last night. Y’know, drunk customers again.”
you know what they say about three am, right? that’s the devils hour, where the beings of the supernatural are at their most powerful point and the strongest. thus, this is why most ghost hunters do their lurking at night-- not for the scare tactic, rather the fact that’s when some sort of realm interaction can occur. and for those who have interest in completely indulging themselves into this dimension of other spirits and beings that are far more powerful than the ordinary human themself, that’s where sacrifices lay. rituals take place. they can see you, but the mortal human can not see them.
and that is why she is so skeptical of open places that don’t close their doors at night, welcoming any stranger to walk straight inside and either cause chaos onto themself or others. not that everyone does that, she understands that, but a part of her mind still refuses to completely wrap itself around the concept that people can have clear and clean thoughts. maybe in a way it’s because she wishes her thought process ran that way, didn’t have crazy conspiracies running amok. she won’t admit that though.
“did you see anything.... unusual?” in a way, she felt like an investigator, except in her hands there was no pen or paper to take notes. it was all mental, like a game. “i read something online when i woke up, about a few people attempting to start a fire ritual near a bar. it made me wonder if it happened where you work, i wanted to make sure you were safe.”
