Rei blinked slowly, as she seemed to wake up from a trance. She sighed rubbing her eyes. She had remembered that day.... She could never remember what happened when she felt that hand on her shoulder. Next thing she knew she was in a hospital, and the killer never found. She watched the computer in front of her beep. Tilting her head, she covered a yawn with her hand. She stretched her hands going above her head. The sound of her back cracking caused her to sigh in relief. She knew she shouldn’t have taken the night shift… Dropping her arms, she leaned on the counter again. Placing her head in her hand, she flipped through the magazine she was reading. At least she had the front desk today. She was the only one that could keep the two separate businesses organized. Apparently the owners were related, and wanted to be combined, but not have the same jobs. As such, two separate operations in a single building. It was hectic. But Rei was good with multiple things. She worked in one as an inventor/ repair woman. No one else could fix anything. She just had a talent for machines. That part was a scientific building. The other she was a detective. The police, a private detective, and spy network. Luckily she simply had the desk job today. She wondered if anything would even happen. Most likely not.

Rei looked up as the computer once again started making noises. Sighing she moved her fingers along the keyboard. Slowly she started going through the Data coming in. Frowning slightly she started shifting the information around. Whoever had sent it had done a sucky job of taking care and separating it.Sending the stuff going to the Lab's 'Selena laboratory'. She then went back through and sent everything else to 'Hekate investigations'. She paused for a moment and thought about why her boss's were obsessed with Greek Mythology. She shrugged her shoulders pushing everything aside.

Shutting the computer back off, she went back to her magazine. She blinked looking at the title. 'Old Haunts; Silent Hill'. She tilted her head and glanced over the article. Wasn’t this the place people kept vanishing in? There had been reports of weird happenings, and you couldn’t forget how everyone suddenly ‘vanished’… A part of her wished to slam it closed, yet a bigger part of her demanded she read it…

She frowned slightly, reading that they built a new city over it. ‘People are so superstitious…’ She thought. Shaking her head she continued reading. It just told about the mysterious things that used to happen, before it was torn down. They tore Silent Hill down, destroying everything. And rebuilt a new town. She was confused about it. They feared that town so much they tore it down only to re build over it? That’s probably why problems began in the first place. Part of it was a prison and another an Indian burial. People were… Slamming the cover closed, she rubbed her temples. People annoyed her, with stuff like this. They had destroyed the place her family had been killed as well.

Sighing she rested her elbows on the desk, and rested her chin on them. She smiled faintly, humming a tune, even as the computer gave static for a second and the lights gave a low almost buzzing sound. Rei blinked as the lights flickered for a split second. The flickering lights gave a sense of forbidding. A harsh chocking cold suddenly surrounding her. Tilting her head she watched them blink back on. Starring at the florescent lights, she allowed the harsh cold to vanish. Rotating her neck she rested her elbows on the table. No magazines. The computer was shut down. Wait that was right she had shut it down… but she swore it was just on… She was just waiting to clock in for her shift. Insomnia. That was the definition. The thing is most people who had it, was affected for a reason. Rei just could function without it. No nightmares. No traumas. Just, she did not need much sleep. Of course people who knew her past would say she had lived a nightmare. However, she never thought that really. To her, her family had been murdered, the end.

She blinked hearing the main clock chime. Six in the morning. Shoving from the desk she walked toward the back. Pulling out a card she slipped it into a small machine. Once it activated she pulled the card back. A few red lights lit around the surface, before flashing green. The door to Hekate Investigations slid open. She slid through, pushing her hands into her pockets. The door slid shut behind her sealing. She walked through the dim hallway. In her mind she compared it to a horror film. All that was missing was a psychotic doctor, slashing people to pieces. She chuckled slightly at the thought. Maybe they should try it this year for the rookies on Halloween.

Her clothing was proper and perfect as always. Her beige colored dress pants, still pressed with fresh markings. They were simple, not tight, not lose. Her white dress shirt tucked into her pants, neat and tidy. All buttons done up perfectly. Sleeves rolled to her elbows. The shirt was a bit baggy, but she had never liked tight restricting clothing. Nor had she been one for girly clothing. Hair pulled back in a braid, neat and out of the way. Her arms muscular but in an oddly slender way that could fool a person and pale. She had never been brawny. But that did not mean she was weak in any form. All in her job had to know how to fight. It was what kept them alive when they got involved in gangs and the mafia. Her face was drawn and bland. Eyes dim and blank. Perfect posture for a perfect detective. How she hated that word…