[center][h1][color=F0A06B]Nic Wu[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=F0A06B]Location:[/color][/b] Mystic Dreams, Chicago, IL
[b][color=F0A06B]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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Caden disappears into the back and I release the breath that I didn’t realize I was holding. What exactly [i]was[/i] I looking for? I slump forward, staring into the cup of tea. [color=F0A06B]”Five days ago, my… my mom walked into my hospital’s emergency room on the brink of death…”[/color] My reflection in the liquid stares back at me and I finally notice how bad I look. Between the dark bags under my eyes, the eyes circled in red irritation, and my hollow cheeks, one might assume [i]I[/i] was on death’s doorstep. I shift my gaze to my foot instead, deciding to ignore my haggard appearance. 

[color=F0A06B]”She… didn’t make it…[/color] I furrow my brows, feeling my jaw clench in anger all over again. [color=F0A06B]”She had the best trauma team in the city trying to save her and we couldn’t do [i]shit[/i].“ [/color] My vision starts blurring as the tears come back again. [color=F0A06B]”There wasn’t anything normal about how she died… Nothing [i]natural[/i]. And the police,”[/color] With a snort, I use a hand to run my fingers through my hair and let my head fall back. [color=F0A06B]”They slapped ‘animal attack’ as the cause of death. I’ve never seen an animal that could do [i]that[/i], but they won’t reopen her case and won’t even look into my father’s disappearance…”[/color] I close my eyes and take deep breaths through my nose. [color=F0A06B]”A camping trip gone wrong… they weren’t even on a trip.”[/color] I mumble.

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[center][h1][color=2f0002]Nero[/color][/h1]
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[b][color=2f0002]Location:[/color] Hell Maybe[/b] 
[b][color=2f0002]Skills:[/color][/b][/center]
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That got my attention. There weren’t many ‘pets’ that could cause a problem with escaping. [color=2f0002]”Vich [i]pet[/i]?”[/color] I ask, the accent slipping in. [color=2f0002]”Don’t tell me Asmodeus finally let the [url=https://supernatural.fandom.com/wiki/Shedim]Shedim[/url] out.”[/color] That was the last thing we needed. Those fuckers made even [i]my[/i] skin crawl. They weren’t any fun, just overall terrible and annoying to deal with. Asmodeus had tried to convince Lucifer he could train the shitters once… As if anyone could actually handle them.

“Oh no, not them.” Crowley shudders. “Never them.”