As you all heard the tales of my tragic childhood, screaming and pathetic and unable to save anybody, but you see, after years, when I became 20, I came out of my depression and anxiety and stress, so I started to work as an exorcist. Well, surely my ability to make myself see the ghost made my life a living hell and made sure that I won't have a pretty easy childhood like other people, so who cares? Now I beat the shit out of these random ghosts for money, as after that big-ass throne bastard's incident, I gained the ability to even touch and feel. So now I work as an exorcist to earn my living by squeezing every bit of money from people to satisfy my inner demon, who just craves to torture every single entity that was responsible for my childhood sufferings. "No good, no evil, only torture"—this is the slogan that I kept chanting my entire life. So let's start our story. After squeezing money from the people who were pretty terrified of ghosts, they gave me money, and I made sure to squeeze every bit of it, as I even placed my office, but one day when I was sitting on my office's chair, I saw a little girl walking towards me. As I wasn't sure if she was a ghost or a normal bastard human, as she was wearing a black hoody and her skin color was quite fair, I wasn't too sure, but I don't care, as these four years have made me realize that even these so-called normal people aren't worth thinking about. So I gave a mean look to that kid and asked, "Where do you think you are sneaking in, brat?" Hearing my sharp words and seeing my mean looks, tears started to spill from her round face as she spoke. "Sheesh! They are outside; if you speak this loud, then they are also going to take you away!" Hearing her words made me realize that this little motherfucker wasn't worth my time. So I lifted her with my one hand and was about to throw her from my office, but I saw that those strange creatures of years back were outside searching for someone, as this brat was also saying the same things. So I started to feel my same maniacalness, the whole body shaking, and a hard beating of my heart as I quickly dropped that brat and started to take out my stuff, a barbed wire bat and a few bottles of sake, as I began to light my cigar to calm my excitement, as I looked at that brat who was sobbing by looking at me, as I could feel that this brat was also like me; she could also see these black figures like me. Well, surely not everybody can be this unlucky like me, as she got me, but I was just alone struggling to make my distance from everyone. As I came near her face and took a puff of my cigar and spoke, "So kid, you were saying you were right. So what is your name, and what is your reason for barging in?" Seeing a bearded and terrifying person like me who had a cigar in one hand and was taking out a barbed bat, well, it surely wasn't a sight I wished for kids to see, but I guess taking care of her comes first, as she spoke in a shaky voice with watery eyes, "Sir, please don't kill me. I don't have money, and I am not that adult, as I am just 19, so please don't think bad stuff about me!" Hearing her words surely made my head spin, as this brat is thinking that I was going to murder her or rape her, and what's with age 19? even though I am twenty. How could she be that? as I saw that her body wasn't normal, as she had a strange kind of barrier around her. Well, seeing a barrier surely explains her condition, but to think such a barrier was cast on her that even I couldn't see at first... I guess this barrier should be the one that is protecting her, but to think that anybody this skilled was living in my neighborhood and I didn't hire them, well, that's why people say that young child shouldn't just drink and do violent things; he should do at least some work that could really be called work. As I asked her, "Okay, brat, that's enough chitchat for now. Tell me your name, and we can start to listen to your plea for help. Of course, it won't be for free. As you say you are 19, so of course you must be earning, and your parents, they should be plentifully rich. So tell me fast your name." Hearing such words from me was surely causing a pretty bad impact on her brain, but she isn't that small, as she is 19. You see, 19 is the legal age, and I myself am 20. So she spoke in a shaky voice, "I am Shanti. I live in the second next apartment. These strange black creatures surely started popping out randomly in my life, and when I told my mother about it, she took me to a few shrines and even did a few rituals on me to help me, but it didn't work, as I am her only child, and my father also died pretty early, so she is the one taking care of me entirely. Today they started to get violent, so Mom did some burning stuff and told me to go somewhere and hide; as I was pretty scared, I came here." Hearing her sad tale, I started to feel an attraction towards her mother, and I spoke, "Hey, did you really leave your mother alone? So where is your house? I guess this time I have to collect my payment in a different form, and don't think I am an old man, as I am just 20!"
