Dr. Kuroki walked across the medical complex, the hospital was a very sizable grouping of buildings, though he works in a building detached from the complex, apparently people were off-put by the idea of a mortuary science school being neighbors with a hospital. He looked up at the hospital buildings as he held an umbrella overhead, Rook like Seattle was a city that never dried, but Rook took that name to heart in that they have singular days without rain throughout the year and that day was not one of them. He softly twisted the handle of his umbrella as he walked, Rook was more forgiving to people using umbrellas in comparison to that of Seattle.

He walked through the glass doors of the hospital side entrance as he shook out the umbrella, he needed to only wait a few moments before someone from SPELL was here and escorting him through the floors of the hospital, he was able to piece out that they were giving this, Edward, character a sizeable distance, though as they got to the hall his room was in, he could only detect one living person was in it despite the maybe dozen or so hospital rooms and though alive, that singular figure…seemed to be both alive and dead by what Dr. Kuroki could tell based on the feeling of the air.

“Interesting” he paused as he got within ten or so yards of the room, before taking a few steps back, “The air…its palpably colder within a certain distance”

“We’ve taken note of that already” the agent said, “Despite being human, he has a very heavy influence on the environment around him; we’ve measured that at thirty feet there is about a ten to thirteen degrees colder and it gets more pronounced as you get closer.”

“How cold?”

“Within a yard of him…upwards of a twenty degree drop” the agent sighed, “Plus the scent of his magic is rather discomforting for others.”

“Measurable electrical interference” Dr. Kuroki said quietly before noticing one of the lights in front of the open door was flickering rather rapidly, if the lights were hanging any not set into the ceiling, he wouldn’t be surprised to see it swinging around, the bulb was audibly buzzing to the extent he was already annoyed by it, “Electrical interference…detects as both alive and undead despite never dying…lack of a need to sleep…”

“All aspects of ghosts” the agent sighed

“Dark-vision?”

“Quite extensive, roughly sixty feet, can’t move through magic darkness and we’re guessing due to his connection to the afterlife, if he were to focus, that ability would go beyond this world, and he’d be able to see into theirs.”

“Any…magical effects on him?”

“No, but through testing in the past day he’s been here, while he appears ghostly; we cannot pin down what kind of ghostly being he is; he displays traits of wraiths, of banshee, of revenants, Oni, phantoms, skeletons, shadows, zombies, specters, poltergeist and watchers.” They explained

“I see why you wanted me” the good doctor said, the agents laughed at that.

“You received the file we’ve put together, correct?”

“Yes, extended history of OCPD with a focus of cleanliness, obsession with the number six, habit of skin picking, drumming his fingers till the point his nails were broken away…there’s signs of self-harm too, no?” Dr. Kuroki said before his voice died off, knowing just how intense and destructive those kinds of habits can be on the mind of anyone, let alone a human…he could not fathom how it would be to experience those things with a mind that’s been plagued by spirits sense birth.

“You gonna be like, okay?”

“I’ll be fine” Dr. Kuroki sighed, “With what I do, I have had to deal with many, many strange cases, this is up there with being the weirdest, but it’s interesting nevertheless and that will always intrigue me.” he added as he walked ahead, leaving the agent behind as he walked. The air was crisp…it quickly shifted to uncomfortably cold as it probably got to within a single digit range from freezing at the doorway. He was able to see soft marks of frost at the corners of the windows flanking the door, the room was notably darker despite the lights being on and the window’s blinds being drawn up. There was no sound save for the quiet, crisp sound of a book’s pages turning. The air was heavy, stale and smelt caustically with the scent of bleach…beyond that of how a hospital usually smells, the scent of bleach was mixed with the burnt, metallic, earthen smell of freshly burnt sage and the overbearing floral scent of an overripe mango…too sweet, cloying, and floral to the point it stung Dr. Kuroki’s nose.

The figure in the bed was…demure for lack of better phase: based on the spots of where his feet would have been, he was petite, the thinness of his form showing a very underweight figure, even though the dark purple scrubs Dr. Kuroki could see the hollows of his collar through the wider neckline, he had extremely long and slightly thin black hair that fell not only to pool on the bed to his sides, but hung a sizable distance past the edge of the bed, maybe to his hips or so…his arms were wrapped in bandages from mid-bicep down all the way to being finely wrapped around each of his fingers, but the fingertips were tinted a dark red of dried blood which had matching spots across his arms. He had some of the palest skin that Dr. Kuroki had ever seen, so pale that snow didn’t seem white in comparison, his eyes were big and wide, past doe-like verging on slightly buggy and were a deep, brassy-green tinted hazel with long, thick lashes framing them, thin brows overtop and all behind a pair of thin silver-wire framed ovate glasses perched low on his nose. There were heavy, distinct dark circles under his eyes, a hollowness to his features…a sunken, sallow nature to the way his cheeks were, the defined way his temples and features were making him appear as if he was drawn out. His hair was tucked behind his ear showing a sharp and clear point that was impossible for a human to possess, not Elvin, but that of someone magical. There was something hanging around his finger, a long red talisman like charm adorned with gold text that due to Dr. Kuroki being Japanese, he recognized as not Japanese, but Vietnamese by the shape of the characters. Edward shifted on the bed as he breathed deeply, the entire motion too fluid for someone with a regular skeleton, as he breathed his hair seemed to lift off his shoulders and back as if picked up, not by a breeze, but as if he slowly sunk into water…there was a reflection to his eyes that most people with magic do possess, but it was almost…a matte glow if possible, the light had no luster, no glitter or shine, just a stark flat snow white that blinked out as his eyes flicked to the next line of text in the book he had.

Dr. Kuroki tilted his head a little, he was without a doubt human, this Edward, but there was an unnatural, magical grace, a poise and fluidity to his figure, like the floating gait of a ghost floating through the halls of a haunted building. A pure snowy white sheen covered his skin, not like he was wet or covered in glitter, more like he wasn’t physical and was losing his corporal form as he sat there. Dr. Kuroki focused on his connection to the afterlife, reaching up to press his hand against the tattoo he bore between his shoulder blades, a gift by the goddess who holds his loyalty. He almost felt his breath catch in his chest…looking at Edward. As he did, Edward’s form flickered…rapidly flickering between physical and humanoid to glowing white and floating there, the barest hint of spectral chains tailed off from his joints and throat.

“Edward?” he asked