Chiyo stops a woman at the corner of a bustling dirt street. 

Carriages wind between pedestrians, steam rising from the buildings. The scent of dumplings wafts in the air. Chiyo’s mouth waters. The woman’s hair is black, her eyes dull brown. She looks human, which is why Chiyo chose her. She refuses to ask a demon for directions. 

“Pardon me, ma’am, do you know where I can find the House of Hungry Ghosts?” Chiyo hates the name. 

“Take this street to the southern river.” The woman’s eyes sparkle as she glances over Natsu. “The House of Hungry Ghosts welcomes you.”