Spirit-print

Chuck hated how Tanya visibly gave up in the very first instance of hardship. It was a trait that he couldn't tolerate. Even the beer drinking was fine in his opinion, but this was unacceptable in his opinion.

"Hey, weren't you the one who talked about not staying rotten and all? If there aren't any shreds of evidence, find one. If that person has a supernatural ability of some kind, like a unique quirk as you said, wouldn't that mean you'll be able to find the person with your powers?" Chuck tried to motivate her, hoping that she would come back to her senses somehow.

Tanya's so-called powers were related to spirits, which was the reason why she could see Chuck. Now, a specific power, which she named spirit-print showed her the path that certain spirits took in a week or a month or maybe even a year if the ghost had such a large presence. So, if it was indeed a ghost that did this, she'd be able to find its path. However, there was one concern in her mind.

"My power is just confined to finding a ghost—whatever kind it is. But if it's something other than a ghost…" Tanya didn't know what to make of it. Being a pessimistic person, it was normal for her to consider the worst-case scenario first.

However, this didn't sit well with Chuck as he tried to smack her over her head, unsuccessfully. "Stop being so much of a pessimist. At least, try doing the one thing that you're actually good at!"

'The only thing you're good at' reference by Chuck made her a bit frustrated, however, she got the point he was trying to convey. "Okay, I'll do it" Tanya closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Once she opened her eyes, her field of perception was completely different from before. Somehow, she could see things much more than anyone else could ever see. It was somewhat similar to clairvoyance as she indulges herself in the space. She could see all the ghosts that came by that place in a month, even the ones with minute presence. Extreme concentration could've allowed her to see even the paths they took after leaving the spot, but she was already pretty disappointed with her findings.

"What happened?" Chuck, who floated in front of her, asked after she gave out a disappointed face.

"It's no use, man! Over three hundred ghosts crossed through this spot in the last week—which is a pretty low number considering a million ghosts was the all-time high in the last month, according to my rough calculations." She sighed.

"Well, that's good, ain't it? Now you just have to look up at those three hundred or so ghosts and you might be onto something." Chuck looked hopeful since it finally looked like they had something to work on.

"The problem is that none of the ghosts are poltergeists. That means they couldn't have done that. So, another dead end." Tanya sighed.

"Hey, don't give up! Like, you did tell that the ghost traffic was at an all-time low this week, right? It might've been connected to the incident, right?" Again, Chuck made serious sense at times like these.

"You are right. I'll check up on that." Tanya focused herself back to her spiritual state. Chuck's doubts proved to be right.

"Now, what did you see?" Chuck asked as he fidgeted in front of Tanya. He was not yet ready to give up.

"The day when she went missing. That was the day that the ghost traffic was the lowest in the week. Even though it doesn't make any sense for now, I do feel like it is somehow related." Tanya replied. She felt a little numb after using her power in such an extensive manner. She tried to shake off the numbness.

"Do you think that the ghosts were actually afraid of whatever came by that day?" Chuck suggested the possibility that Tanya couldn't deny.

"Maybe! I don't know, Chuck! This is really weird!" Tanya freaked out, not being able to find anything substantial.

"I know, right! Things have been weird lately." A voice was heard from behind. It was a man's voice—but not Chuck's since he was before her the whole time. Tanya instantaneously turned her head towards the owner of the voice and partially freaked out after seeing the man.

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After the so-called partial freak-out, Tanya came back to her senses. It wasn't that she was scared of the man before her. It's just that his appearance weirded her out. He looked like he just woke up from his bed—the fuzzy hair didn't help in that matter at all. He was in his track pants and a knock off merch of a known brand, which screamed cheap as well. And he wore sunglasses for no reason since there wasn't any sun that day to begin with. But putting it all aside, the fact that he was loudly munching the potato chips that he brought along with him, that made Tanya mad. She could even hear his jaw cracking in between all this.

"Hey man! What the fuck? Don't creep up a stranger from behind! That's weird." Tanya gave out a bashing.

"I'm sorry!" The man didn't look like he cared, but he apologized anyway.

"At least have the decency to stay out while two people are talking!" Tanya didn't quite like that the man interfered with her chat with Chuck. She got quite pissed off of it.

"Two people?" He looked around, not knowing what she was talking about.

Tanya realized that the man couldn't see Chuck, so she tried to cover up her mistake. "Well, don't interfere while I'm talking to myself too!" She was quick to deviate from the topic. "Why the hell are you here? If you didn't know this before, this is a place where a person went missing. So this is a site with potential evidence. So if you please leave the premises, it would make my search easier." She tried to explain, but he was more focused on looking around.

"I know. That's why I came here. I was hired too." The man continued his search, still very enthusiastic about munching on his chips.

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