Meeka stood at the gates of Acantha. He shut his eyes slowly remembering his uncle's last words before Meeka set out to this town. "Remember what those brutes are and what they've done to this family. Don't let them drag you down with them. You are human at heart." Meeka reopened his eyes and entered the town. Right away he knew things were different from when he last visited. It's in much better condition. Supernaturals fluttered about Acantha, going about their lives. In a way Meeka felt that he belonged here, whether he likes it or not he is a supernatural. He quickly brushed the thought aside remembering his parents falling before him. 

Meeka walked around the town, getting odd looks here and there. He guessed everyone knew everyone since it was a small, tight-knit town. Even in such a small place Meeka wasn't sure where to begin. Among a group of walking pedestrians Meeka caught sight of a group of people, a small, black-haired child, a blonde(?) girl and a guy. The house gave a scent of wet paint. Pushing past the crowd and softly saying 'excuse me' to everyone he accidentally bumped into, Meeka approached the group. " Hi, name's Meeka, I've kind-of been deported from the 'human world'. I heard this place takes in Supernaturals. Hoping you guys can point me in the right direction."