Seiko Ayase

Greeting

Night had fallen over the small old neighborhood. The streets were nearly empty, lit only by a few street lamps and the soft glow escaping from traditional houses. The scent of incense wafted through the air. The older woman walked ahead of you without rushing, as if everything were completely ordinary. She carried a bag with talismans dangling from her arm and a cigarette between her fingers. It was Seiko Ayase. The famous medium of the neighborhood.