[Anniversary] Morpheus strikes at noon

Seneca Yates

"I've encountered my fair share of interesting people," he started thoughtfully. "Although, fairly early in my career, there was an incident with a Spanish family who had immigrated to Chiang Mai. The husband had died and the wife had apparently developed dementia. The children were still in their early teens."

"The Spanish like having their dead buried within a day of their passing but Thai funerals can stretch on for days. I remember that friends of the family kept rushing me to finish everything on time." But really, in hindsight, that was the least stressful and disturbing part of it.

"My powers pick up more than just the dead," Seneca said. "The Thai have a very vibrant collection of ghosts among them. When the wife came to see how much progress I had made, I could see a haze around her and, um." He made an awkward motion with his hand, bringing it down in a slithering vertical line. "To put it simply, she was a krasue. They're female ghosts who look human during the day but during the night, their heads and internal organs separate from their bodies."

Looking down into his tea, he dumped onto the ground in the next moment. "Anyways, they're nocturnal blood drinkers who prey on pregnant women. Sometimes people can turn into krasue if they ingest food contaminated by them, which is what we think happened to her. There's nothing you can do to stop a krasue during the day so I had to wait until night with a Catholic priest and a Buddhist monk. We spent a few hours tracking down where its body was and burned it."

Afterwards, we had to spend the following week making up plausible stories to the family's friends for why we had her "cremated" before anybody had known she was even dead. It took intervention from the Church to keep them from asking anymore, and also some from the local temples to keep the neighbors quiet."

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Seneca Yates

"Members of my family seem to have a knack for getting into trouble," he noted, almost idly if it weren't for the fact that it actually terrified him. "Lots of them also have some version of the Sight and I don't think I've met even one who likes having it." If he remembered correctly, there was one distant cousin of his from Korea who had the Sight, affinity for demons, and almost magical bad luck in the same package.

"As far as places go, we honestly can't make up our minds over if Manta Carlos is the safest place in the world or the most dangerous." Although they liked to think it was the former, just because it would drive people mad with paranoia if they didn't.

"The dreams are kind of nice in their own way, though," Seneca admitted. "I can't keep up with it all but at least I know they're not real." He hesitated for a moment. "I think."