For just a moment, Maya seems... uncomfortable. She frowns, fidgeting a bit, before smiling again.

"Nah, the ghosts in this city... they don't say anything that makes any sense," she explains. "I don't really know what's wrong with them. Back home I couldn't see them, but the spiritual energy here is a lot stronger."

It feels like static electricity on her skin, but after nine months in the city, she barely notices it.

"None of the ghosts are ever of people who come here, anyway."