[h1]Greene Detective Agency[/h1]

Kayla wearily watched the girl that had led her to the office they now stood in. Her hands were in the pockets of her coat and her eyes filtered across the room every few seconds. Her nose wrinkled and a sigh left her lips. She was damn tired and after being integrated by the police, she wasn't in the mood. At the pictures that were laid out before her, Kayla felt her stomach churn unexpectedly and a familiar feeling of something settling just above her skin. 

"....No. As I said before, I don't know those people and no matter how long I look at their faces, nothing strikes out as familiar." At the second question, her fingers twitched as a faint pulse of frigid air released from her body. She honesty hadn't meant to freeze the station, her powers had attacked on their own the moment her eyes opened.  Instinct drew her to act as she had, and with how suddenly drained she felt, getting away from here seemed perfect. "Maybe, there are books that one can read that relates to magic. Why?" Her tone was clipped and slurred slightly, head shaking minutely as if to clear it, Kayla focuses on relaxing. 

She still had to find a place to live and a job to support her spending. The vibration of her cell phone drew her attention away from her study for the wall painting. She really didn't want to be here. "I don't know how I arrive there. I don't know why nothing feels familiar when my name appears on the record as a resident, hell I don't even know if my name is what it says it is. I'm extremely tired and really don't have the patience for this, I have to find a place to live and maybe sleep for a week." She wasn't whining, blonde strands of hair swayed in her face and she blew them away. 

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