(a large drag, and an exhale through his nose, slowly in a way that it builds around him. the smoke adds to the atmosphere, mythical and unnatural as the story he is about to tell.)

Well, when I was about your age, perhaps younger -- (it already starts like that. kimihiro is over a hundred, and yet, he looks twenty at most.) -- I was daily haunted by spirits, ayakashi and the like, because my blood smells good to them. I was terrified, and I didn't know how to stop it, nor did I know the reason why. I'm an orphan, so it wasn't like I had anyone to go to for these things.

(sorry, haru, his story is a bit of a bummer. but either way, he takes another drag and continues, the smoke leaving his lips with each word.)

One day, I found the store, and my feet just pushed me in like I had no control over them. Yuuko-san, the original store owner, offered to grant my wish to rid myself of my abilities if I worked for her part-time and I accepted.

(he pauses, looking over at her to see if she had any questions so far.)