The man slowly began to remove the eyepatch as the girl stared in awe.

Underneath the eyepatch revealed a white-ish-colored eye. Certainly different from his golden-colored right eye.

"Y-you...!" The girl stammered.

"I guess you could relate after all, huh?" The man laughed.

"Can you..." The girl blushed, looking down at her lap.

"Can you see them too...?"

"Spirits?" The man asked, staring steadily at the wall.

"Ah, I can see them clear as day." He said.

"Do you talk to them a lot?" The girl asked, suddenly perking up.

"I suppose so," the man whispered.

"They ask me for help, but..." The girl quickly looked down.

"I don't know how to help..." She whispered.

The man turned his attention back toward the girl.

"Hey," he began.

"Ever hear of the odd jobs joint known as 'Spirit Force'?"

"Spirit Force...?" The girl pondered for a moment.

"N-no..." She frowned.

"Even with your abilities?!" He cried.

"Damn!" He cried.

"I guess I'm more out of touch with society than I thought..." He grumbled.

"What do you mean?" The girl asked.

"Well," the man began, smirking.

"Let's just say you're sitting in the home of the spirit negotiator legend himself!" He beamed with confidence.

"Alastair at your service!" He exclaimed.

"Wait, you're him?!" The girl cried.

"Mhm!" The man nodded.

"I still never heard of you..." The girl bit her lip.

"Way too honest!" The man cried.

"Well, that's going to hurt the ego quite a bit..." He whispered with a wince.

"A-ah, sorry!" The girl exclaimed.

"Anyway," the man cleared his throat.

"We're getting way off track here..." He frowned.

"Now that I told you a bit about me," he looked down at the girl.

"Why don't you at least tell me who did this to your arm." He said, narrowing his eyes.

The girl's eyes widened.