Mai finished tying up her hair, watching as the other hunters made their grand entrance into the warehouse. She was almost annoyed at being called out to this mission. It was the middle of winter. Things were supposed to be slow during this time of year. She was supposed to be enjoying a tokkuri of sake right now, not prepping to storm a warehouse.
The mission already seemed strange to her. Traditionally, yurei were creatures that could not properly pass on after death. The negative emotions that stopped them from moving on twisted them into more powerful devils. But why would a group of them be attracted to a run down structure like this warehouse? There certainly wasn’t much for them out here in the outskirts of town.; this area of Siracha city was pretty much abandoned.
“Westerners,” she muttered as she watched someone explode through the bay doors of the derelict building before alighting the area on fire with some gas. Considering the current situation, Mai didn’t mind the help; the branch definitely needed to do something as more reports of devil hunter deaths filed in. However, she thought it was strange for the DHA to call them to this warehouse. It was only a group of Yurei. Surely they didn’t need everyone to deal with these specters.
Unsheathing her sword, Mai entered the warehouse from the back. Since most of the yurei were distracted by her louder, more flashy counterparts, she was able to skillfully cut down the specters from behind, dodging any items that came her way. As she made her way through the warehouse, Mai kept an eye out for anything unusual. There had to be something else going on around her.
The mission already seemed strange to her. Traditionally, yurei were creatures that could not properly pass on after death. The negative emotions that stopped them from moving on twisted them into more powerful devils. But why would a group of them be attracted to a run down structure like this warehouse? There certainly wasn’t much for them out here in the outskirts of town.; this area of Siracha city was pretty much abandoned.
“Westerners,” she muttered as she watched someone explode through the bay doors of the derelict building before alighting the area on fire with some gas. Considering the current situation, Mai didn’t mind the help; the branch definitely needed to do something as more reports of devil hunter deaths filed in. However, she thought it was strange for the DHA to call them to this warehouse. It was only a group of Yurei. Surely they didn’t need everyone to deal with these specters.
Unsheathing her sword, Mai entered the warehouse from the back. Since most of the yurei were distracted by her louder, more flashy counterparts, she was able to skillfully cut down the specters from behind, dodging any items that came her way. As she made her way through the warehouse, Mai kept an eye out for anything unusual. There had to be something else going on around her.