Goki had not disbelieved Mina's story about the hydra in the subway. He just didn't believe it would happen to him. She was the one with a fury riding shotgun in her brain, after all. What was he to the denizens of the Underworld?
It seemed they were not picky with their targets. If that was what this was.
Once he was home, in the quiet, where he could hear himself think, he checked his phone. It was still a little wet, and the preview from Mina's text was still there.
He opened up his messages to reply. Several hours late, with an apology. That, however, did not seem sufficient with the experience weighing on his mind, so he called.