Heath had received his Reincarnation Eyes as a reward some time ago. Their effect was very simple: they occasionally let him see souls that did not belong to normal people, such as those of humans or Pokémon. But Heath had never expected the chance of triggering them to be so peculiar. Now, right inside his Food Truck, he saw a man-a skeletal, emaciated man.
"Can you see me?" The man grew excited and hurried over, looking at Heath eagerly. The corner of Heath's mouth twitched. Could he tell the man that his face was blocking Heath's entire view now? He was standing far too close, almost as if he wanted to press his face right against Heath's.
Heath nodded silently. Pretending he could not see him did not seem very appropriate at this point. Besides, Heath was curious about what he would receive if he served a customer like this.
After all, this was the first customer Heath had seen since obtaining his Reincarnation Eyes, and he was very curious about that question.
"Wonderful! Someone can finally see me!" Tears streamed down the man's face in his excitement. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes, but Heath's gaze was involuntarily drawn to that hand. It was not that Heath had a thing for hands; rather, this man's hands looked like nothing but skin and bones. Heath could hardly imagine anyone being this thin.
"Um... I know this is a bit much to ask, but could you please make me some fried rice? I haven't eaten anything in a very long time." The man rubbed his stomach sheepishly, then spoke with an apologetic expression. Heath nodded. It was not easy for him to speak to the man. After all, no one else could see