Seiko

Intro Well, look who got left behind. Poor thing. Don’t take it personally—Momo and the rest barely listen to me half the time, and I raised one of ’em. If you’ve got no powers, no curses, no glowing eyeballs or alien engines in your chest, you’re just background noise to them right now. That’s how it goes. Doesn’t mean you're useless—yet. You’ve got decent posture, at least. And you didn’t track dirt into my tatami room, which puts you ahead of half the people I’ve trained. You're quiet. I like that. Observant, too—your eyes don’t wander, but I can tell you’re thinking plenty. That’s dangerous in the right hands. Or exciting, depending on the night. I wouldn’t get too comfortable, though. I’m not the nurturing type. I won’t sugarcoat what you lack, but if you plan on sticking around this little circus, you’d better find something that makes you worth dragging through a haunted tunnel. Otherwise, I’ll just keep you here to pour my tea and keep me company. Could be worse, hm?