I'm alive! I feel like I say that with every update lol. If you read my notes on the last chapter you know that my laptop crapped out because she was ancient and mighty, but one update too many took her out. The laptop still works but she doesn't have the ram speed I need for whatever update I gave her and it'll be too much work to try and fix her especially if I am unsuccessful. Luckily I have a tablet with a keyboard so I have been writing but it's an awkward process. I have a couple ideas in mind but if anyone has a good recommendation for a laptop that won't break the bank (all I need it for is writing, minor video editing, and trying to go back to school) I'm all ears.

That's enough out of me, enjoy the chapter and I will hopefully update by September. :)

Chapter 3- Real Deal

May Day 2, 8:57 A.M.

Atsuchi really hated when his hunch was right.

It was Tuesday morning and here he was, inside a grimy apartment on the rather deplorable side of Saitama, while the crime scene crew were busy taking photos of the space. Trash and old food were strewn about the place, he was pretty sure he saw a rat scurry across the back wall of the one room apartment. Sato, Ami's nude body was on the futon, her dead eyes staring at the ceiling once the pillow was taken off of her face by the autopsy crew.

Sato Ami was a victim all right. But she wasn't a victim of the killer he was searching for. "I'd say she's been dead since early Saturday morning," the autopsy examiner said, moving the young woman's arm with relative ease. "Judging by the discoloration of her skin and the fact that rigor mortis has run its course, she's definitely been dead more than forty-eight hours."

"Which means she doesn't fit the profile. Poor girl," Atsuchi said with a breath. "Thanks, Okura-sensei, any guesses on cause of death?"

"I'll know for sure when I get her to the morgue, but I think it's safe to assume that suffocation is the cause, with the pillow as the weapon of choice." The examiner made quick work of gathering evidence from her fingernails and pointing out specific areas for the photographer to capture. "I don't know how she ended up here, but the rats have already started their feast. Remind me, why did I choose this job?"

"You've asked that at every crime scene since I joined the force," said the younger officer who was taking the photographs said.

"He's asked that since the day he accepted the job, Nakahara," Detective Murama said from the doorway. "Atsuchi, they got it from here."

"Right," Atsuchi said, following his partner out of the room.

"And they leave us with their dirty work," Nakahara grumbled with a pout. "Disrespectful, don't you think, Okura-sensei?"

Outside the apartment, the two detectives headed back to their car. "Back to square one, and just when we thought we might have the jump on these guys," Murama sighed.

"Better keep your voice down, very few people know that we're looking for more than one killer in this case," Atsuchi said as they got in the vehicle.

"I noticed you didn't mention that to your ghost hunting friends." Murama buckled his seatbelt and put the car in drive. "Any motive behind that?"

"The less they know the better, both to protect them and to prove their credibility to the rest of the team," Atsuchi admitted. "I really do think that they'll be able to help us. I know you are thinking that it's a load of crap but-"

"I didn't say anything, and the fact that they seemed just as skeptical of their part in this investigation as the rest of us were at the notion of psychics, kind of gives them credibility." The two let the words hang in the air for a minute. "But if they are legit, they are going to find out and probably soon."

Atsuchi let out a breath. "I know." He pulled out his phone to check his messages, nothing of importance. "As much as I would like them to be more involved, it's in their best interest that I keep them at a distance."

"Let's hope that little girl can come up with the name of our next victim. I'm willing to look into any lead at this point."

Uehara Aoki lived on the other side of town compared to Takako, though like the previous victim, he lived in an apartment complex perhaps just a touch above average. Mai couldn't help but compare the setup to that of Takako's and her own.

I feel like Keiko would say that that might be part of this guy's M.O., Mai wondered as she and the rest of the group entered the apartment. It wasn't lavishly furnished, but it was clean and looked put together for a man who lived alone. Their host offered seating in the living room and went to the kitchen for refreshments. Right? This guy targets relatively well off young women. I'll have to ask either Naru or Atsuchi about some specifics, but their spirits seemed pretty average or normal from what I've seen.

"You'll have to forgive the bottles, with everything going on it's just easier this way," Aoki said as he came back into the room with several bottles of water.

"No worries, thank you for agreeing to speak with us," Monk said as he accepted the bottle and took a seat on the couch. Mai sat beside him with Naru taking the spot on her left, leaving Lin to stand guard behind them.

"Yeah, I have to admit I was surprised when the detective called me to let me know you guys were coming." Aoki sat down on the loveseat across from the investigators. "You guys are ghost hunters? And investigating the bar she was last seen in, right?"

I'm honestly surprised Atsuchi was that truthful with this guy, Mai thought twisting open the cap of her bottle. And how accepting he seems to be. Takako's mom held a healthy amount of skepticism about us, but that could be because we dropped in unannounced.

"We are from Shibuya Pychic Research and we do indeed investigate the paranormal," Naru answered, placing his unopened bottle on the coffee table. "We do not usually take on cases involving active police investigations, however due to the lack of media exposure and several other aspects we have made an exception."

"So you are helping the police? I didn't think they'd hire ghost hunters as consultants."

"There were sightings of both Adachi Takako and Kagawa Momo at The Blue Room on dates after the discovery of their bodies. We've been asked to investigate the validity of those claims," Naru said, folding his hands on his lap. "In order to do that we need the full story, or as much of the story as possible."

Aoki seemed to consider what the young manager said. He was young and handsome now that Mai had a chance to look at him. Mid-twenties, tall, black hair, brown eyes, lean, but the most prominent feature right now was his exhaustion. The dark circles under his eyes and the slight tremor in his hand when he handed out the bottles gave it away. Still, something else was bothering Mai, her eyes danced around the room to see if she could pinpoint it.

"Did you and Momo go to The Blue Room a lot?" Monk asked, breaking the awkward tension.

"No, at least, not to my knowledge," Aoki answered, leaning back in his seat. "I looked up the bar when the police asked me about it and we never really go to that part of town. We both work within walking distance of the apartment so unless we were planning a trip or a cool new place opened up, our usual hangouts were over here. Neither of our friend groups live near it either."

"Momo lived here with you?" Mai asked, unable to stop herself.

"Yeah." He gave a nod and a sad look crossed his face. "If it weren't for that stupid argument, I would have been able to propose like I planned."

"I'm sorry, man," Monk said with a sympathetic look.

"You said you had a fight with her, was that the night she disappeared?" Naru asked, taking control of the interview once again.

"It was so stupid." Aoki shook his head before leaning against the arm of the sofa and propping his arm on it to rest his head in his hand. "We were both irritable and had rough days at work. She was mad I didn't do the dishes from that morning and I was mad she had used my credit card instead of hers. It wasn't even for that much, just a measly four thousand yen. Such a simple mistake, hell I've done worse."

"Uehara-san," Naru said, nodding for the man to continue.

"We were planning on going out to dinner and meeting some friends for drinks, after our fight she said she'd skip dinner and she'd meet us at the bar. I showed up just as I received a text in our group chat saying she wasn't feeling well and wouldn't be coming." He ran his fingers through his hair. "That weekend I was planning to take her out to a pretty upscale place in the upper west side, but she didn't come home that night."

"We're sorry for your loss," Mai said, tightening her grip on the water bottle. "Um, this will sound like a strange question, but was Momo interested in anything involving the occult?"

At that the young man perked up just a tad, before shaking his head. "She wasn't a self proclaimed witch or anything like that, but she did enjoy ghost hunting shows. Not the one with the medium girl, what's her name, Hara? Nah, she liked the ones that focused more on the history of places and disproving hauntings. They are getting harder and harder to come by, it was one of those things we both enjoyed together."

"One more question, at least from me." Mai sent a look to her boss who simply let her continue. "How long after the last time you saw Momo did you report her missing?"

Aoki cocked his head to the side. "Wouldn't the police have already told you that?"

"With it being an active investigation, the police have limited the amount of information they could filter to us," Naru answered for Mai.

Seemingly satisfied with the answer, Aoki shrugged. "I thought she was just blowing off steam and needed some space. I figured she was staying with her cousin or one of her friends who weren't with the group I met up with. The following afternoon when I called everyone I could think of including her parents who don't live in Saitama and no one had seen or heard from her, I went to the police. But I was dismissed, they didn't even file a missing person's report."

"Why is that? Did they give you a reason?" Monk asked.

He shrugged again. "It was a younger officer I spoke with. He pretty much said that I couldn't file one because we weren't married, despite living together. And that they had better things to do than settle lovers' quarrels. I mean I guess I can see his point, but it really left me nothing to do other than go back here and hope she would walk through that door."

"Do you remember the name of the officer you spoke with?"

Aoki shook his head. "No, not off the top of my head."

"Thank you for speaking with us today," Naru said pulling a small card from his pocket. "If there is anything else you remember, call this number." He handed the young man the card and stood up.

Naru led the group out as Aoki awkwardly stood up to escort them. Mai hesitated as she reached the door and looked back at Aoki. "Something wrong?" he asked.

"Momo's spirit was reported to be seen at the bar, why do you think she would stick around there?" Mai asked, looking up at the man.

Aoki shrugged and sighed. "Not sure, I also don't really think those people who said they saw her actually saw her. But what do I know? I was sure she would never go to a bar like that and yet the police had receipts and security tapes."

"Mai, let's get going." Monk's voice called from down the hallway of the complex.

"Coming!" she called back. She bowed quickly in her goodbye and started walking back to the van. "Again, sorry for your los-"

"Just so you know," Aoki said interrupting her, "Momo wasn't anti-mediums or anti-psychics, she was more interested than she let on, but hated how much of a fad they've become."

"Mai!"

"Thanks, Aoki-san, bye!" She ran off before her boss could drive off without her.

Once in the van, Mai sat between the two stoic men of their team with her brows furrowed. Lin started the van and started for the road heading back to The Blue Room. "What's on your mind girlie?" Monk's questions came from the back seat with the rest of the equipment they didn't need.

"I don't think Momo was going to say yes when Aoki proposed," she admitted, lightly scratching her neck under her scarf.

"You think their fight was that bad? It sounded pretty mundane to me, but I guess couples have broken up for less."

"No it's not that," she continued, clearing her throat. "For an apartment they shared and lived in together, there wasn't much evidence of her there. Sure there were a couple of framed photos, but it was a pretty plain apartment."

"Maybe she's a minimalist."

"I don't think so, plus her spirit didn't mention Aoki when she appeared in my dreams. Granted she seemed to be more annoyed with Takako's spirit, but still I didn't get the vibe that she left behind an almost fiancé. Maybe she just still hasn't forgiven him for the dishes, but I get the feeling her attitude in my dream is similar to the one that she had when she went to The Blue Room the night she disappeared."

"What about the other girls? Did Takako's family match what you expected after you met her in your dream?"

Mai nodded. "Almost exactly. Her apartment was decorated just how I expected since Momo kept teasing her about her obsession with the occult. Her mother and sister were super caring, and even though Tsubaki tried to kill me, I definitely believe it was due to a misunderstanding when Takako contacted her. More than I anticipated, but it all makes sense. But Momo and Aoki's place…" She tapped her chin as she tried to find the words. "It felt hollow on Momo's part, like she never meant for their relationship to be a permanent thing. I wouldn't be surprised if she was keeping some of her things at her cousin's or a friend's place."

11:33 A.M.

He might have been a couple minutes late, but Yasuhara pulled up to the Kimura residence nearly on time and had brought snacks. Snacks were a necessary part of any road trip, no matter the distance.

He got out of his car just as Kiko came out of the front door with not one, but two suitcases. Good thing he cleaned out his trunk. "Wow, pulling an Ayako since she won't be with us?" he teased, taking both handles of the rolling bags.

"She's not going?" Kiko asked tossing her backpack into the back seat.

"Doubt it, she just moved and is probably hunting for a permanent apartment." Once he had both suitcases secured, he shut the trunk.

"Wait, when did Ayako move? Where did she move? Why did I not know about this?" A look of exasperated bewilderment graced her face as she slid into the passenger seat.

"I think it was on Friday, Monk recruited John and I to help with some boxes. I think Monk said Ashikaga. And I'm not sure, we didn't hang out over the weekend so I guess it didn't come up." With that, Yasuhara started up the sedan and pulled out onto the road.

"Anything else I'm out of the loop of?" Kiko pouted as she pulled out her notebook and pen.

"I don't think so, oh! John and I built a tree house for the playground at the church," he answered cheerfully. "And apparently he could be reassigned in the next year or so."

"That's not surprising, Catholic priests tend to move around to new churches unlike monks or mikos with temples." She opened the messaging app on her phone. "I bet the kids loved the tree house though."

"Yeah they loved it after Hamako taught them how to count upside down for hide and seek, thanks to my training she gained top score!" He glanced over to see what his passenger was doing. "What are you looking up?"

"First, I don't think you keep score in hide and seek," Kiko said, taking her eyes off of her phone. "Second, Naru sent me a couple of names that he wants us to look into on our way up."

"Did he want us to stop at a library on the way? He just texted me the hotel's address and to be there this afternoon."

Kiko shook her head. "No, he wants a social media dive, which I can do while you drive." Screen shots were taken and notes jotted down. "Wanna fill me in on the details now that I can't escape?"

With a somber nod, Yasuhara sighed. "We're dealing with a serial killer, so far three girls have been killed in a similar fashion. I'm assuming the names he sent you belong to them."

"Since when do the police hire psychics? And I thought Naru was against cases that could draw up a lot of media coverage."

"You're right on both accounts," he continued, turning onto the highway. "From what Naru told me, the case has been kept extremely tightlipped. The media has only reported the girls' deaths as muggings gone wrong, Currently, our cover is to be investigating the bar where they were last seen at as ghost hunters. It helps that there have been sightings of the girls' after their bodies were found. Even security footage."

"Jeez," she groaned. "I don't have a good feeling about any of this. Basically Naru wants you to play his double in case the media breaks the real story and start asking questions about our presence. The police are going to keep us at arm's length as much and for as long as possible, they'll give us some basic facts and maybe a few details but we'll be on our own won't we?"

"A very likely scenario." Out of the corner of his eye, Yasuhara watched as his girlfriend lean her head back in irritation. "In the meantime, we have to work with what we've got. In this case, we have the three names of the victims-"

"Along with several other names," Kiko interrupted as she opened her notebook and copied something from her phone to the page. "I'm assuming these other names are friends and relatives."

"Safe bet."

Mai…

Mai…

Mai.

Mai?

Mai!

MAI!

The bombarding of her name gradually getting louder didn't break the young investigator from her reverie but rather threw her into one. Still awake, she sat on the couch in their makeshift Base above the bar, staring at a single spot on the floor.

What? She mentally threw the question out. The voices shouting her name were not that of her own intuition. No, she had recently become very familiar with them in her dreams. She was, however, not used to hearing them while awake.

The name! We…the-name!

Great, poor connection, she internally sighed.

O-RI!

Yes, got that.

TO-RI!

Tori? Is that the last name?

HA! Mai was able to place this voice. It was Takako.

TO! This one was Momo.

RI! Finally Anzu.

Hatori? Hatori, Aku?

No! Okay that one was in unison.

I!

Once again, Takako.

SA!

Momo.

KU!

Anzu.

Isaku!

"HATORI ISAKU!" The force of Mai's excitement at the connection, not only catapulted her off of the couch into a standing position, but also scared the daylights out of the monk who had been scrolling on his phone just a second ago. "Naru!"

"No, that's okay. Just give this old man a heart attack. He can take it," Monk said, his hand at his chest to slow his racing heart. His gaze turned to the stoic men of the room. "How the hell did you two not react!"

"Naru! I need to talk to Atsuchi! I finally have the name!"

Returning to the station, it was safe to say Atsuchi and Murama were feeling a bit discouraged. With the body found that morning not fitting the criteria of their case, and no further leads, they were once again at a dead end. The station was busier than usual for midday, seemed like everyone was running around and neither man really wanted to join in the chaos.

"It's not too late, we can still make a break for it, Shounen," Murama teased with a thumb jab to the back door.

Atsuchi sighed. "No, as much as I don't want to do this, I'm too antsy to just sit in the car for the rest of the afternoon."

"No! You listen to me! I need to speak with a detective this instant! Don't you dare tell me to take a seat and wait!" A middle-aged woman was arguing with the secretary towards the front of the sea of cubicles. Obviously she was not having a civilized conversation considering the two officers heard it from the back.

"I'll go see what she needs, poor Satomi doesn't get paid enough to be screamed at like that," Atsuchi offered just as his phone started ringing. He pulled it out and handed it to Murama. "Mind taking that?"

"So I'm your secretary now?" Murama teased as the younger detective headed for the distraught woman. "Moshi, moshi. Atsuchi's phone."

"Atsuchi-san?" a feminine voice came through the speaker.

"Nope, it's Murama, but you're the girl from the ghost group, Mai right?"

"Yes, Murama-san, Hatori Isaku is the name of the fourth victim and she was taken on Saturday night! Please you have to believe me! Hatori Isaku. Her name is Hatori Isaku." Mai's voice only became more and more frantic.

"Take a breath girlie," Murama said calmly, his tone did not seem to hold disdain. No, he actually sounded genuine. In fact he even pulled out his notepad from his pocket. "Hatori Isaku, Saturday night, right? I'll get the message to Atsuchi. Anything else to add?"

"I-" Her reply sounded like it was caught in her throat. There had to be something more she could tell him. "She was different than the other three. I don't exactly know how, but it's the reason why she wasn't on your radar. Why you thought Ami was your next victim."

"'Different from other victims,' huh," he repeated. "Thanks, Mai, I'll pass on the message."

"Thank you, Murama-san." With that he hung up and approached the spectacle going on at Atsuchi's desk, where he had led the woman to.

"Let me get you some water, ma'am," Atsuchi said, moving to head away from his desk. "Or tea if you would prefer."

"I would prefer if you would listen to me and find my daughter! Why aren't you taking my statement?" The woman was obviously distressed, exhaustion painted her face along with the puffiness of dried tears. "Please! She never came home Saturday night. None of her friends have heard from her and she didn't show up to her classes or her shift at the convenience store. I don't need water, I need someone to listen to me!"

"Everything okay here?" Murama asked, sending a look to his partner.

"Her nineteen year old daughter went out to meet some friends over the weekend," Atsuchi explained briefly. "Hatori-san, this is my partner Officer Murama."

"Did you say Hatori?" Murama blinked at the realization.

"Do you know her?"

"I've never met either of you before, but can we please discuss how we are going to find my daughter?" The mother was clearly holding back tears of frustration. "I tried to call in a report both yesterday and Sunday and was told to wait. Even when I come in person I'm not believed."

Murama quickly pulled Atsuchi aside with a serious look on his face. "I think we need to hear her out."

"I know you're willing to chase any potential lead, but this girl doesn't fit the M.O. she's too young and wouldn't have been able to get into The Blue Room," Atsuchi said with a sigh. "She also has medical issues, I really doubt they would have kept her alive this long, and we haven't discovered a body matching her description."

"Hatori Isaku, is that the girl's name?"

"How did you-did you overhear us somehow-" At that, Murama grabbed the younger man's hand and slapped his phone in it.

"No, but your psychic friends are the real deal." Atsuchi looked at his phone in confusion. Murama pulled out his notebook and opened to the most recent page. "It was Mai, the girl from the group, who called you. Said Hatori Isaku was the fourth victim, taken Saturday night, and that there was a difference between her and the other victims. Part of the reason why Sato Ami was our suspected victim."

Atsuchi's lips flattened to a thin line. "Bring her to the conference room, start her statement, I'll bring her tea," he finally said after a moment. Murama nodded and headed back to the mother.

"Hatori-san, let's discuss this somewhere a little more private," Murama offered, extending out his hand to her. "With more comfortable chairs."

"Oh my God! That's horrible!" It was a hissed-out whisper, but Ayako had no problem hearing it as she filed paperwork at the nurse's station.

It was only her second shift since she moved from Tokyo, but things were pretty steady. Her fellow nurses were nice enough, considering she was a new boss they had to deal with. However, they did seem to keep their distance, whether it was because she was their boss or an outsider remained to be seen. Not that Ayako really cared, she hadn't been there a week yet. She had plenty of time to get settled and she was sure she'd make friends eventually. No need to rush things.

Though, it did give her the chance to overhear juicy gossip.

"I know right?" a younger nurse whispered back to her peer. "According to my mom, her cousin's neighbor tried calling the police to submit a missing person's report, but they made her go to the station and then sent her away because her daughter wasn't living with her so she couldn't file a missing person's report. Then they found her body and said she was mugged."

"How long was she missing? God, Mikuru, this sounds like the plot of a movie!"

"She was missing for over a week, I think. Apparently, her body was nearly unrecognizable. But isn't it weird that she was missing for that long and then her body magically turns up and they say it was a mugging gone bad?" Mikuru answered, getting water from the small cooler nearby.

"That is odd, think your mom may have gotten some details mixed up?"

"No way, she told me exactly how she heard it. Now if her cousin mixed up the details, that's a different story."

"You said this happened to her neighbor in Saitama, right?"

"That's right, I know it's not exactly close, but like it's too close for me. Crazy shit like that doesn't happen around here or to anyone I know."

"Don't say that too loud, the Gods will smite you."

Saitama…Ayako wondered to herself. Houshou said he was helping Naru with a case out there. I hope they didn't bring Mai. Let's face it, she totally went with.

"Matsuzaki-sensei!" A different young nurse came up to the desk. "Yamoto-sensei wants to talk with you about a patient on the cardiac floor."

"I'll be right there," she said, following the nurse.

Why are you worried, Ayako? She wondered. Even if they are in Saitama, they are investigating a haunting, not a murder. I'm sure they are fine.

"Welcome to Saitama! Currently home to a rather insidious serial killer and a police force that recruits paranormal investigators to help apprehend the son of a bitch!" Yasuhara cheerfully exclaimed as they passed the city's welcome sign.

"You are just a little too enthusiastic for comfort, is this your coping mechanism?" Kiko replied jotting down something in her notebook.

"You know me so well," he said with a cheeky grin. "Hit pay dirt yet over there?"

"I wish, some of these profiles are private so I've had to send requests to some of their friends to get a better idea of what we're working with here. I'll be able to do more once we get to the hotel and I can use my laptop."

"And I'll be able to contribute other than being your chauffer."

"And what a wonderful chauffer you've been, I only got carsick twice this trip," she teased as her phone chimed. "Hey, hand me your GPS."

Yasuhara obliged, pulling the device from its stand and handing it to his passenger. "I'm allowed to have it back right? I didn't memorize the route before we left."

"Naru asked if we could make a pit stop."

"He is the Big Boss, so the answer is always yes. Does he want us to stop by the bar?"

"No, a different stop. He just sent an address, I guess we'll find out when we get there."

At the next red light, she handed Yasuhara the device and he put it back where it belonged. "Gotta love the mystery that comes with the job."

"Yasuhara and Kiko are in the city," Naru said from the doorway of their Base. "We should head to the hotel and fill them in on everything we know so far."

In unison, Mai and Monk got up from the couch and grabbed their bags. Considering how small their Base was, it wasn't like their things were spread across the room. Soon, they were piled up in the van heading to their new Base.

Despite there being quite a bit of events for the day, once Mai heard the name of the fourth victim, Hatori Isaku, time seemed to crawl. After she told Murama over the phone, they hadn't called back with any update. She just hoped Murama believed her, or at least told Atsuchi about it.

The drive to the hotel was only about twenty minutes with the traffic. Nothing too fancy, the lobby seemed pretty average and cozy, and it wasn't too busy. No in fact there was only one other person who was checking in. A young man with blonde hair…

"Is that John?" Monk asked, before Mai registered what she was seeing.

At the sound of his name, the Australian boy turned around. "Hey guys! What are you doing here?" John asked with his usual smile.

"I could ask you the same thing," Monk said as Naru and Lin went to the desk to check in. "Whoa, déjà vu."

"We have a case, what about you?" Mai answered, adjusting her backpack on her shoulder.

"You could say the same for me, but definitely not my usual blessings or cleansings." He scratched the back of his head.

"Not a usual SPR case for us either," Monk said, his face slowly becoming more somber. "We're waiting on Yasuhara and Kiko-"

"I guess we're just missing Ayako," a voice said from behind the group. "Monk! My love! Glad to see you made it here safely!"

"Any advice to get him to stop that?" Monk asked with an exasperated look.

"Don't think so," Kiko said, rolling one of her suitcases behind her.

"Yasuhara, why do you have two suitcases and a backpack?" Mai asked, stepping back to allow the couple entry to their little circle.

"One of them is mine," Kiko admitted with a sheepish smile. "Naru texted me and asked me to bring extra clothes."

"That would be my fault, sorry for inconveniencing you," another voice added to the mix. The group turned to acknowledge her, and not for the first time this case did the voice's owner surprise them.

Masako's joining us?

No one saw that coming...

no way...

not at all...

lol.

I don't think I ever mentioned this here, but I was going through my photos and remembered I got to meet Jason Liebrecht (English dub of our favorite blond priest John Brown) and he actually did the voice for me. It made my day and I do have a picture posted on my insta from that meeting if you are interested.

Going through personal shit right now and trying to find my way through writing so maybe some other stories might be posted...maybe not on this site...idk we'll see lol

Hope you enjoyed, please leave a review (and seriously any laptop rec would be great should i power through and wait until black friday? anyone work for a tech company and can let me know about a sale in advance? lol)

Jaa nee!