The shape of their coat suggests they’ve got some kind of box strapped to their back. Why they’re bothering to cover it with the coat is beyond you. Nonetheless, you don’t know what it is, and that’s reason enough to treat it with some caution.
After tossing your current stock of bags, you signal another worker to replace you. Hopefully, this won’t take long. You approach the intruder from behind.
They suddenly turn to face you.
“Ah! Hello, Mr. Drake. You’re likely wondering what I’m doing out here.”
“How did you… oh. You’re a priest. You recognized my aura.” You can’t say you like dealing with priests, but at least they don’t usually seem prone to inventing conspiracies about you.
“I was not expecting such a crowd, so I thought it best to stay out of their way,” the priest continues. “I am simply trying to confirm the presence of a particular person’s aura. Not yours.”
“Whose, then?” you ask. “It might be someone I need to worry about, as well.”
it’s “Moonchild” a mysterious green person who nobody knows much about, but it is rumored that one can have the power to be his friend
It’s an energy vampire
A regular looking woman with brown hair, a yellow shoulderless sweater, who is usually seen drinking matcha and other beverages
It’s Cuptonio, a ghost who possessed a cup and is roaming around the area, but he’s not acting on his own accord, someone else is controlling him, he could be disguised as a real human rn
A wizard whose name is John, he’s evil
A spy/mercenary whose name is John, he’s working for evil people