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Jake did not stay in town after leaving the Mutant Office. In a very taciturn mood, he strolled with a perpetual frown down the stairs to the lower levels. Sensing his unfriendly disposition, none of the guards had the nerve to control him. After he walked by, all of them sucked in a deep breath, aware that their foreheads were dripping with sweat.

'We better not be the enemy of this Mutant.' This was the thought that flashed through the minds of all of them.

As he entered the slums of the Outer City, Jake saw multiple ghosts and other clusters of negative thoughts swarming around him, frantically trying to inhale his own spirit emanations.

"Fuck off!" Jake unleashed a blast of mental power, and the spirits, invisible to the average local folk, scattered in a wisp of smoke, spilling dozens of puddles of ectoplasm onto the cobblestone path.