Naoto had never been a fan of ghost stories. The investigation team had never found that out, because she had ended up in Elysion before they went on that ski trip Yosuke had planned (and she knew that Yukiko, at least, was very fond of ghost stories), but it was the truth as much as she liked to pretend that it wasn't. It didn't stop her from walking home through the park in the middle of the night, after being kept late at a meeting, because it was the shortest way home. As far as she could tell, there wasn't anyone around.
Meeting Adachi had been very, very strange, at the very least. She wasn't sure if they were ever going to have a conversation again, but she figured she would (hopefully) be more prepared for it should the next opportunity arise, if it ever did. She highly doubted Adachi would ever want to speak to her again. She figured that she would just take whatever came at her. That was what she had to do now that she had been brought to this world. That was what she expected out of life, as much as she hated it.
She tucked her hands into her pockets, looking like nothing more than a really short boy walking home through the park. It was peaceful at night, when there was no one around, and she paused in her walk to take a look around at the sights that she so rarely got to admire. She supposed she was used to this place now, but it didn't make it any less lonely than it was.
A rustling noise behind her startled her, and Naoto instinctively reached for her gun tucked inside her jacket, waiting for the moment to draw it should she need to defend herself. It seemed like no one was there, but she was very skeptical about that. She could feel the presence of something, and that was unnerving her.
"Who's there?" she eventually called, keeping her usual tone of voice, but it was shakier than usual. Not enough to break her disguise, at least. "Show yourself!"