[ENGLISH] Exorcist Tale: GH/OST

Yuiki Ghost

001

August 27th, almost the end of summer vacation. I remember thinking to myself "thank god, young people will stop being noisy on the streets", and then whispering to myself, "what are you talking about? They don't even bother you at all".

It was on that ordinary day, as ordinary as any other, so ordinary that it was boring - that I met Kurasue Yuiki. A weird 11-year-old girl with a weird last name and a name that could have been pretty like "snow" but turned out to be melancholy like "hope".

Finding "hope" something melancholy probably sums up about 15% about me.

Probably.

Hope often means hoping for something good while a bad situation is happening. The "bad situation" part is what stands out to me. Hope can keep you alive to the same degree that it can kill you when you switch from "hope" to "disappointment." I don't dislike hopeful people, let alone judge their beliefs. I just don't like the idea of ​​being hopeful.

Anyway, Kurasue Yuiki was a strange girl from her name to her personality. Everything about her was exotic and bizarre-sounding, on a level that was impossible not to notice. She was the kind of person who attracted looks by simply existing. Well, it might be an exaggeration on my part, "simply existing" doesn't seem like a fair term when she dresses so abnormally.

Her entire existence is abnormal.

Her pale skin, so pale it makes you think she might not even be alive.

Her "gothic lolita" style outfits that stand out in any crowd.

Her monstrous curiosity.

Her intellectually superior energy, even if she's just a weird kid.

Everything about her is something out of my routine.

Everything... but one thing.

Kurasue Yuiki, the exotic girl in robes as black as the night sky - the girl I met on the totally ordinary August 27th, was being haunted by a ghost.

002

I am an exorcist.

Every day I wake up at 8 am, have my coffee, smoke a cigarette and come to my office. This office is where I spend most of my time.

Exorcisms don't have a season where they occur more or less than usual, and I definitely don't have a lot of competition in this city, but in this summer vacation in particular, business wasn't doing well. Of course, that means that demons and ghosts aren't bothering innocent people, which is obviously a good thing, but it also meant that I wouldn't be able to pay this month's rent. I was being plagued by the question: do I pay the rent on my house or my office? Fortunately, I had enough money to eat, even if by luck.

August 27th, mid-summer. Walking around in my beige overcoat was impossible, and unfortunately I had to give up on being the perfect caricature of a depressing, ironic exorcist like John Constantine. I opted to wear a white shirt, which now makes me the perfect caricature of a frustrated 21st century salaryman. However, to perform exorcisms I need a few items, one of them being a revolver that I obviously can't carry around in my pocket, so I need to wear my overcoat. In the end, my solution was to use a bag.

I hate summer.

For professional reasons, of course.

Perhaps, you might be asking yourself, "are you really an exorcist or just a charlatan?" And the answer to that is simple: charlatans can no longer survive in this world.

When I was 9 years old, almost 20 years ago, the world witnessed the most shocking event in human history.

Norland's Blood Crisis.