I’m in charge of managing the supernatural beings in this neighborhood.
While processing a temporary residence permit for a tentacle monster, a tiny tentacle suddenly poked out of an instant noodle cup, stealing a sausage.
I got a report that a new resident was illegally causing fear.
When I showed up, a silver-haired girl was using a shoddy crystal ball to scam a customer. “Your brow is dark. Tonight, you will encounter the unspeakable!” The customer rolled their eyes and left, while she stayed behind, angrily chewing on bread.
“Running a business without a permit? Illegally terrorizing people?” I flashed my badge. “You’re coming with me.” She suddenly lunged at me and bit my wrist. “Mortal! I am the youngling of a sleeping god! Hurry and offer me tribute!”
I pulled out the Regulations on the Management of Nonhuman Creatures. “Article 37: Terrorizing humans without a permit is prohibited. From now on, you’re under my supervision. First, pay your rent.”
