Tsuki had been on the verge of falling asleep with the TV on, when she heard footsteps in the corridor outside. She wondered who else would be here this late, but discarded the information as unrelated to herself. At least, until someone rang her office bell, then she opened her eyes, blinked a few times and looked at the door. She could see a silhouette through the tinted glass of her door. Her first instinct was to tell the person to go away as she didn’t work nights, but well, she did work nights if the pay was good. She was also rather curious about who would show up this late at her office. Wasn’t the building supposed to be locked?

Once she had decided to open the door, she quickly turned off the TV and threw the cover she had been lying under on top of it. “Give me a moment.” She mumbled, more to herself than anything, and put on the first clothes she could find. A tight black shirt and a pair of loose pants. Her hair would have to remain a mess for now. 

She headed towards the door, but stopped in her tracks. Tsuki looked at her desk for moment, considering whether she should get the gun in the drawer to protect herself. What kind of a person showed up on a night like this anyway? She’d made a few enemies in her line of work, so in the end she walked over to the desk and got her gun. It was better to have it in her hand than way over at the desk if the first thing that was going to greet her when she opened the door was the barrel of another gun. Not that she may be able to react fast enough either way if they’d come simply to kill her. 

Tsuki finally went over to the door, took a deep breath and opened it. She hid the gun in her right hand behind the door. The woman waiting outside wasn’t really what she had been expecting. She was completely soaked, dressed in simple clothes with a peculiar septum. Tsuki guessed the septum was some kind of religious symbol, having seen others wearing piercings and tattoos in strange shapes before. She wasn’t bothered by their soaked clothes either from what she could tell. She steadied herself against the open door, hoping the woman in front of her wouldn’t notice that she was drunk. 

“Lemme guess, dead husband or child?” Tsuki said, slurring quite a bit more than she had meant too. 

However, before the woman got a chance to answer she noticed the symbols floating around her head. Normally she would have seen them a hundred times before, every time she talked with someone face to face, but these were strangely unique. She should be able to predict the person’s death with the symbols. These were difficult to make out at all at times though, as they shone brightly, but there was clearly something inside of each of the tiny bright lights too. She hadn’t seen symbols quite like those before. They did remind her a bit of someone else’s she knew though. Her own actually, even if hers were shrouded in darkness instead of covered by light. She’d always assumed it was because she wasn’t supposed to be able to predict her own death.

Tsuki was lost staring at the floating symbols for a while, before she remembered that they belonged to someone who had come to talk to her about the gods knew what. “Oh sorry, did you say something?” She asked, thinking of an excuse as to why she must have appeared to be staring at nothing. It was easier to just make something up than tell the truth in most cases like these. “I’m drunk.” Then again, admitting that she wasn’t sober may not be better than the truth. She sighed, closed her eyes and cursed herself. She soon opened her eyes with a bleak smile, ignoring the symbols long enough to listen to the woman.