Continuing down the street, Roger lit another cigarette with a match before waving out the flame. He inhaled, feeling his muscles relax in his shoulders. It wasn't a healthy habit, but he couldn't give it up. They helped him relax and forget, making his life easier.

The darkened sky overhead threatened rain, but Roger didn't care. He was close to his destination. His chest stung with an indescribable emotion as he came up to the door. Roger stared at the entrance, realizing that he had never come alone. She was always with him, always the first to knock on the giant door. Now, he would have to remember.

The knock was a little sloppy, but the door opened. Roger sauntered in, removing his large overcoat, the cigarette still in his mouth. He placed the coat on a hook near the door before continuing inside. At first, it just looked like a seedy bar that one might see in a bad part of town. However, if one were to take a closer look, they would see it for what it was.

Three werewolves sat at the bar, their ripped clothes revealing their furry backs. They seemed to be celebrating something, but Roger wasn't exactly sure what the occasion was. There were also two gnomes and a fairy sitting at a nearby table, gambling some money away. Across from them sat two vampires, who were entranced in each other's eyes. Roger winced, realizing that they were on a date. There were a couple others scattered around the area, drinking by themselves, taking in the atmosphere.

Roger walked up to the bar close to the werewolves and waited for the bartender, puffing a cloud of smoke in front of him. His name was Pete, and he was one of the only merpeople that Roger had met. As some lore suggested, Pete could come on land whenever he pleased, as long as he had access to some sort of water to keep him hydrated. Most merpeople stayed in the water, and very few introduced themselves into land society.

However, Pete was a sociable character, talking with his customers and making friends. Once you got past his burly demeanor and tall stature, you would see that the man was one of the kindest beings on the planet.

"Welcome back, Roger. I didn't think I would see you here again," Pete mentioned, wandering over to where Roger was sitting. Roger shrugged, looking to his left. "How'd it go?"

"Her relocation has been completed, and she's fitting in rather well," Roger whispered, glancing over to the bartender. Pete sighed and shook his head.

"She was a good one. I'm sad to see her go," Pete remarked, beginning to clean a nearby mug. Roger nodded once, not wanting to talk about it. "Well, Kurt is waiting for you upstairs to hear about the relocation. It's been a week or so, hasn't it? You should update him on what's going on."

"I guess this is a good time as any," Roger sighed, bringing the cigarette to his mouth again. Pete snatched it from his lips and doused it in an old water glass. Roger glared at him, realizing that was his last in the pack.

"You need to a better hobby," Pete informed darkly before returning to cleaning his mug. Roger slid off his chair without another word and started toward the stairs. Two men, two giants to be more exact, stood at the bottom, wearing black suits and dark sunglasses. Roger thought they couldn't be more conspicuous if they tried. He held up his hand, revealing a small tattoo underneath his palm. The two men nodded and stepped aside. Roger climbed the stairs to the office part of the building.

Kurt's office was in the corner next to the stairs, which made it easy for newcomers to find. Roger brushed off his clothes and ran a hand through his hair, hoping to make himself look more presentable. He straightened his shoulders and quietly cleared his throat before knocking on the door.

"Come in," a deep voice answered before Roger pushed into the room. An elder man sat behind a desk with a computer monitor placed to the side. There was an unfamiliar woman sitting in one of the chairs on the other side of the desk. Kurt stood and smiled at Roger. Roger could see the glimmer in the smile, making him smile back. Kurt was a wizard, but was nearing a thousand years old. However, Kurt used magic to trick the eye to believing he was no older than sixty three.

"Thank you, sir. I'm sorry to show up so suddenly," Roger apologized, bowing slightly, earning the gaze of the strange woman in the room.

"Nonsense, you arrived exactly when I thought you would," Kurt laughed and offered Roger the chair next to the woman. Roger sat down politely, ignoring the rudeness from the woman. "You smell of alcohol, Roger."

"Yes, I decided to go see how the relocation is going, and decided to relax a little bit," Roger answered, bending the truth. Kurt nodded, his smile starting to falter.

"Yes, please debrief me on the relocation, but first I must introduce Miss Lily Ambers. I found her sneaking around the back earlier, and found that she had the same rare gift you have. She can see things as they truly are," Kurt mentioned as he smiled again. Roger nodded slowly, taking in what his boss had said. Roger had the rare gift of seeing, meaning that he could tell is someone was human, or a different creature. That's what made him so good at his job.

"I see," Roger answered, not sure where Kurt was going with this. The woman glanced between the two men, looking almost terrified.

"She's going to be your new partner."