Raze E rank supernatural agent

I don't know my origin, but there are a few voices that keep whispering in my head now and then. These whispers have been with me since I was a baby. You might ask how I remember them from that time; it's simple: I'm not just any kind of human being. I'm more than human; I'm a hybrid of a very powerful and intelligent race. I'm a half demon and half human.

Since I have the blood of a demon in me, I have a very short temper, and my appearance changes when I get angry. It's best if I'm not provoked. If an idiot manages to provoke me for some unknown reason, it takes a long time for me to calm down and return to my normal human appearance.

I was raised by these whispers, and since I'm not normal, I can hear and see things that others can't with their naked eyes.

Okay... Okay... introductions are over; now enjoy the story...

(I'm not a native English speaker; my English isn't perfect, so please bear with me and enjoy the story.)

"Wake... up... Wake up..."

"Ah... damn it, these whispers are more annoying than alarm clocks... yawn..." A young man in his twenties slowly woke up with drooping eyelids. He stretched his limbs lazily and slowly dropped his legs out of bed.

He continuously hears many kinds of whispers; he is used to them, and those whispers have become part of his life. He slowly stood up, walked to the bathroom, and started freshening up.

He came out of the bathroom, cleaned the water droplets off his body, and got dressed. Then he combed his hair neatly and looked into his purse.

"Damn... not a single penny. Ha! I didn't eat anything last night; I'll die if I don't eat breakfast too," Raze grumbled, an exasperated look on his face.

Raze took a deep breath and slowly walked out of his old apartment.

There are a few supernatural agencies in the city that accept paranormal cases from clients, dealing with jobs ranging from ghost hauntings to exorcising demons. Since he is not very popular and is just a small-time E-rank supernatural agent, he is only allowed to take on small cases, like moving objects in the house, finding missing items, and locating lost pets.

Still, he earns a small amount of money that helps with his daily needs. Since he hasn't studied and doesn't know any other skills, he continues living as an E-rank supernatural agent.

Oh... oh, I know what you guys are thinking...

The ranks follow this order:

- S-rank supernatural agent  

- A-rank supernatural agent  

- B-rank supernatural agent  

- C-rank supernatural agent  

- D-rank supernatural agent  

- E-rank supernatural agent  

These agents utilize supernatural energy to deal with different kinds of paranormal beings and monsters that lurk in the shadows. The more energy in their bodies, the higher their supernatural agent rank will be. There are a few agents who are born with supernatural abilities; together with the supernatural energy, they are very strong and rank above S-rank supernatural agents. They are called special supernatural agents.

Of course, our boy Raze had tried the test to raise his rank a few times, but he always ended up with zero energy in his body.

Raze waited at the bus stop, glancing sideways. He saw a guy floating in the air, with tears streaming down and snot slowly dripping from his nostrils. All those tears and snot were falling onto a young lady who was oblivious to everything. Even though Raze hadn't eaten anything for breakfast, he still felt nauseous and tried his best to maintain his composure.

He heard the whisper from the male wraith, "Wu... wu... wu... baby, I missed you... I missed you every day... I haven't had an appetite; see how skinny I am now." Hearing this, Raze looked at the male wraith with a speechless expression.

The bus pulled up and stopped in front of them. Raze shook his head and boarded, followed by other passengers. The young lady also boarded the bus and sat in the seat directly in front of him.

The bus started moving toward its destination. "Wu... wu... wu..." 

The male wraith's tears began falling onto Raze, and snot was slowly dripping onto him. "Damn... no... no... no..." Raze grew anxious.

The male wraith sensed Raze's discomfort and slowly hovered down to look closely at his face.

"Wu... you... you can see me?" asked the male wraith, as snot dripped from his nostrils, ready to fall onto Raze's pants.

No one else could see or feel the male wraith's tears and snot, but Raze could both see and feel them. He was thoroughly disgusted and was on the verge of throwing up whatever was left in his stomach.

Unable to bear it any longer, Raze stretched his hand out and waved it through the air—or so it seemed to everyone else—but in reality, he slapped the wraith right across the face, sending it flying out of the bus.

The male wraith's face stretched for a few meters before snapping back into place as it flew back into the bus, looking at Raze with shocked eyes.

"You can see me… you even slapped me… how is this possible?" Raze heard the male wraith's whisper, but that shocked look on its face was so annoying to watch.

Even though Raze had above-average looks and was tolerant of unattractive people, the male wraith's face was beyond ugly. He had reached his limit for staring at its disgusting expression.

He waved his hand a few times in the air, and though the male wraith took a few slaps, it still flew back and continued pestering him. Since he didn't have the right objects to deal with wraiths, he couldn't do anything to get rid of it.

"Stop... stop... stop it! What do you want from me?" asked Raze with an annoyed look on his face.

"You… you can really see me… great… find the killer who killed me," said the male wraith with a sad look on its face.

"No… I can't do it," Raze said decisively.

"Please... please... brother… I beg you. I can't rest properly knowing that my killer is sleeping and eating well every day," pleaded the male wraith, spitting all over Raze's face as it spoke.