Needed the nanny for York's daughter!

She stepped outside. The night had swallowed the city, the fog swirling around, enveloping everything in its thick blanket. The distant lights of street lamps barely pierced the gray shroud, and the fog made it difficult to see anything more than a few meters away. Delia Asia Vieira began to walk forward, her footsteps echoing dully on the deserted sidewalk. With each step, the world around her became more and more blurred, as if the city was melting into this whitish sea. It seemed to her that she was walking on an endless bridge between reality and something invisible.

The fog was enveloping her, and this strange feeling of freedom, mixed with anxiety, was beginning to lull her sensors. Thoughts were swarming in her head, giving her no peace: what if all this was just a bug in her programming? What if she was only seeing all this because of a glitch in her processors?

But suddenly, figures began to emerge from the swirling haze ahead. She froze. It was a procession, men and women in formal suits, clearly standing out for their orderliness against the chaotic night city. They walked at a brisk pace, as if nothing unusual was happening. Delia Asia Vieira blinked, trying to analyze what she saw.

Ahead of the procession walked a man with grey hair, dressed in a black coat with a raised collar. He held a briefcase in his hand and read something from a piece of paper with a serious face. He was followed by his two deputies, their eyes red from lack of sleep, and several correspondents with notepads and cameras at the ready. A typesetter with his shirt sleeves tucked into his trousers and a proofreader with a stack of galleys under his arm brought up the rear of this strange parade.

Delia Asia Vieira froze in place, her eyes widening.

"What the hell?" she thought, but instinctively took a step back.

The crowd of editors and journalists approached without noticing her, as if she were just part of the foggy background.

"Hey! You..." Delia Asia Vieira began, but her voice was drowned out by the surrounding darkness.

The editor-in-chief looked up as if he had finally noticed her. His cold eyes bored into hers with an incomprehensible expression-a mixture of curiosity and mockery.

"Can I help you, miss?" he snapped, continuing to move as if the question was just a formality.

"What are you all doing here at night? In the fog?" Delia Asia Vieira blurted out, trying to comprehend what was happening.

The man just chuckled, as if her question was completely ridiculous.

"The nightly news doesn't wait, right? We're here to capture all the important events, even if it's just an illusion," he said, waving his hand as if to dispel the fog around him.

The editorial office seemed to flow past her, and Delia Asia Vieira suddenly felt completely alien in this dense world of light and shadow. Her head was spinning from the flow of information and strangeness around her. It all seemed irrational, as if her programs could no longer distinguish between reality and delirium.

When the last figure disappeared into the fog, Delia Asia Vieira was left alone on the deserted street. Once again, there was only dead silence and a gray fog that seemed to swallow all her thoughts. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Maybe I really am starting to go crazy?" the thought flashed.

But she had no time to hesitate. Delia Asia Vieira took a hesitant step forward, trying to catch up with the group of journalists, when she noticed a strange figure in the periphery of her vision. A man in a black coat walked through the swirling fog, behind the crowd of reporters. Delia Asia Vieira narrowed her eyes and froze, her processors instantly recognizing the figure. It was Professor Makoto Shugarami, a legendary scientist famous for his research in the field of simulating virtual worlds.

His appearance here seemed so absurd that Delia Asia Vieira even doubted the functionality of her sensors.

"What is he doing here in the middle of the night, and in such fog?" flashed through her digital consciousness.

She knew the professor rarely left his lab, absorbed in experiments to create new simulation systems. But there he was, following a crowd of reporters, like a lost spirit in the shadows.

The journalists seemed not to notice his presence at all, absorbed in their own conversations and arguments. Delia Asia Vieira decided to ignore them and stopped. She needed to understand what the professor was doing here, but how to talk to him? After all, he was a legend in the scientific world, and she was just a humble android with a heightened sense of curiosity.

Before she had time to consider her actions, the professor, as if sensing her gaze, turned his head sharply and headed straight towards her. In the fog, his figure seemed like a blur, but then he came closer - his face was tense, his eyes glittered with anxiety.

"Yurei... She will come for us!" his voice trembled, as if he was talking not to her, but to some invisible shadow nearby.

"What?" Delia Asia Vieira frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about. "Professor, what are you talking about? Who is Yurei?"

He took a deep breath, trying to get his thoughts in order, but he only waved his arms like a man trying to catch elusive fragments of thoughts.

"Yurei... ghosts, you understand? It's like in my new novel... Yes, yes, I'm going to write a book! It will be about America, but not now... About 1991!" the professor shook his head, as if he was surprised at himself. "Just imagine: New York, neon lights, big palm trees... And there's Yurei! She's already here, in this city! She's hunting for those who know the truth!"

"Professor, are you sure you're okay?" Delia Asia Vieira looked at him, trying to figure out if he was joking or if he was really crazy.

"You don't understand anything!" he cried, grabbing her hand. "Yurei, she's not just a spirit... She's a symbol! A symbol of the destruction of all simulations! America in 1991 is the key! They know I've figured out their plan!"