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[hayfoditamobia]

[A few hundred years ago, Yato took a job from a man whose only wish was to die. Who knows if that's all there was to their relationship, or if it was even that memorable at all, but it's definitely of note here.

Because Yato's getting a call on his cell, leading him to the location of one of his bathroom graffiti-- advertisements, this time in a public library. But the person who called is the spitting image of that man from centuries ago, eerie red eyes and all.]