"Help! Murder!"
A person pressed himself against Qi Jingtao and scrambled toward the stairs. In his panicked haste, he tripped on the final four steps and tumbled all the way down. After hitting the floor, he kept shouting about murder as he struggled to scramble back up.
The man was portly, and because he had landed knees-first, he was badly injured, limping as he stood. Ordinarily, he would have been impossible to miss, but it was as if no one in the lobby could see him. He was not an Esper; he was a restless spirit, only able to roam in the daylight thanks to this hotel.
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