Something strange was up. He didn't know particularly what, but something was up. Half of Mitch wanted to know why and the other half didn't. Maybe it was just the high coming down from fighting off a particularly nasty ghost. Mitch shuddered at the too-fresh memory and looked down at the money in his hands. Thank God that he got a generous tip for the job. He'd been saving up for a new laptop - his current one was getting too slow and shitty for his liking.

He shoved the envelope with his pay into his hoodie's pocket as he made his way down the streets. It was getting late and Mitch needed to find a taxi and get home already - the vibes around in this particular neighborhood grated against his already frayed nerves. The flashing, colorful ads were plastered all over, as lights danced around the buildings in gaudy attempts for attention. It was too bright and seedy in Old Town, in Mitch's opinion. He preferred the clean-cut, demure streets of Innsmouth.

Then Mitch saw him. He narrowed his eyes at the figure and checked once, twice, and thrice to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Was... was that what he thought it was? Better to be safe than sorry.

"Uh hey," Mitch began, already out of his element. "Got a minute to spare?"

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notes: sooo sorry this was so late!!