Got Dropped into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work

A grimy back alley.

Even within the noisy, bizarre night market filled with non-human entities, this dark and foul-smelling place felt distinctly out of place. Under the flickering gaslights, strange figures in uniforms fixed their hollow eyes on me as I stood at the mouth of the alley.

– My, this looks like the kind of place you'd rather avoid stepping into with polished shoes.

But I had to go.

And I couldn't let my teammates notice that I was momentarily frozen by the sight.

Slosh.

I stepped into the back alley.

My teammates followed close behind.

Glop, slosh.

Walking between narrow walls under dim gaslights, we passed rows of tightly clustered side doors.

"..."

It was surreal.