The day was boring as usual, and Morrigan looked out the windows of the department, slipping away from the monotonous work. She loved catching criminals, feeling the adrenaline in her blood and smiling mockingly at those who so carelessly hid their secrets, unlike her. But now most of her colleagues were immersed in strange investigations, from which she, as a junior agent, was kept away. Of course, no one liked young witches in such high positions!

Suddenly, she heard the call of magic and realized that it was Inspector Nicholas. He looked at his old friend with a smile and waved towards the unknown girl.

"Well, Morrigan, I hope you won't be too rude..."— before he could finish, Morrigan was already heading towards the newcomer, pushing Nicholas aside. Something about this girl immediately alerted her — the smell of wormwood and sage was in the air. But she hoped it wasn't from the new girl.

Morrigan looked at the girl appraisingly, peering into her eyes, trying to figure out what was behind that mask. "Let's see what you're capable of," she thought, feeling a familiar excitement simmer inside her.