"Pretty certain! I've got a knife and a journal with me with creepy text on them, I'll show you when we meet up! The knife's also red, like the robes the cultists were wearing in that flashback-dream sequence!"

Sometimes he has to just step back and wonder how the fuck this is even his life, speeding through the air on a magical sword to meet up with his immortal shapechanging grim reaper coworker so they can arrest a lighthouse keeper for ties to a murderous cult devoted to an HP Lovecraft character. Not even a Chinese literary figure, he's stuck with repressed American fever dreams!

He silently promises himself that later on, after Elias is behind bars, he'll pack up some of his best tea, go over to Anzu and Lev's place, and scream into their vulpix's fur.

"I'm almost downtown! Wave or something so I can find you, please?"