#Jiro's gonna absolutely dive into the works of H.P. Lovecraft after his workday is done

[ask-jiro-kirisaki]

Jiro folds his hands on his desk, leaning forward with interest. "I suppose that makes sense. Different people have different experiences and different thresholds." His eyes are drawn to the dark glasses as Mute taps them. "So this ability acts as a sort of defense mechanism. A way to process and store information without putting a tremendous amount of strain on your brain." The ghoul could only wonder what sort of horrors the man has witnessed in his lifetime. "But other investigators - like Horikoshi. Do they have similar capabilities?"

Mute returns to Mortkranken only a day and some change later. He keeps himself angled away from Jiro initially, leaning heavily against the door, "Sorry to bother you, I seem to find myself in a state I cannot correct myself." With heaving wet breaths, he turns to face Jiro, and indicates a knife sticking out of his chest. "I had an incident, and I lack the strength to pull this out." It wasn't so much of a pain as it seemed, and with the knife removed his body could heal immediately, but with it in he couldn't go many places and his breathing was inhibited and his ribs ached. "Could I ask for your help?"

@muteauthor

The shock is plain in Jiro's eyes. It's not every day a patient just walks in the door with a knife embedded in their chest. "Since you're only asking me to pull this out, am I correct in the assumption you won't simply bleed out in my office?" He didn't know much about Mute. There wasn't even a file for him. But he has seen all kinds in his field of work. It wouldn't shock him if he could somehow survive the ordeal.