A few days had passed since Rachael had moved into Alastair's apartment. Things were going relatively smoothly, much to Alastair's surprise.

"Hey," Alastair called out from the kitchen.

"I contacted the person who wants to hire an exorcist,"

Rachael, who was sitting on the couch quickly sprang up.

"Really?!" She exclaimed.

"But," Alastair continued.

"I have some competition..." He frowned.

"See, they're looking for the best of the best." He said.

He then noticed Rachael giving him an annoyed look.

"Hey, what's that look for?" Alastair asked, giving an annoyed smile.

"You're so full of yourself!" Rachael huffed.

"H-how?!" Alastair cried.

"I'm coming with you!" Rachael exclaimed.

"R-Rachael, I don't think that's a good idea-"

"Why not?" She questioned.

"The job sounds pretty dangerous and,"

"That's fine!" Rachael exclaimed, giving a big smile.

What's with this kid...? Alastair thought to himself.

"I..." Rachael began.

"Spirits always end up becoming my friends...!" Rachael beamed.

"Hah?!" Alastair cried.

"S-spirits are dangerous and should be treated as such...!" He said, utterly baffled.

"But-"

"Our job is to banish these pests to the afterlife where they belong, not to play nice-nice with them..." He said, looking down steadily.

After a moment, he looked up at Rachael, who had a hurt expression.

"What's that look for...?" He asked, chuckling nervously.

"You're wrong!" She exclaimed.

"Spirits need our help just as much as humans do!" She cried.

"Don't be silly!" Alastair shouted.

"Never in my career have I met a spirit who didn't have bad intentions." He frowned.

"Bad intentions...?" Rachael questioned.

"They always want to take control over the living's body to wreak havoc," Alastair then sighed.

"I've had quite a few cases like that." He said.

"But...!" Rachael cried.

"Not all of them are like that!" She exclaimed, beginning to tear up.

"You'll see once you get older, Rachael, the world we live in is a cruel, unforgiving one." He said, closing his eyes.

"Being a pessimist again, huh?" A voice called out.

"Hey, Paige," Alastair greeted.

"You're lucky it's just me; Aya wouldn't take any of your crap." She then laughed.

"Right..." Alastair sighed.

"Anyways," Paige began.

"Don't you have to get going?" She questioned.

"Yeah, Rachael, go get ready," Alastair said.

"Okay..." She mumbled, walking to her room.

Alastair sighed, brushing his hair back.

*

"Are you absolutely one hundred percent prepared?" Alastair questioned.

"M-mm!" Rachael nodded her head.

"Right then," Alastair said, starting up his car.

"Let's show 'em what we've got." He smirked.