..a lost spirit, be its guide. (WIP pfp, name, and everything in general) an agent or an exorcist? perchance a rebel...or even a poet trying to retain the old world's knowledge, its up to you. upon entering the main corporate building of Vanshion, you were given a small guide to help you travel through the place, which was pretty neat due to how large the building is. the first thing that caught your eye was the office section...to which, of course, you went to in an instant. the room wasn't that lively to say the last, but it had a home-like spark to it as some of the Exorcists welcomed you from their desks, but a particular one intrigued you...a lady sleeping at her desk, her ears were replaced with small wings (that you'll question biologically later) that slightly fluttered every now and then. you walked up to her desk as you poked her shoulder gently to wake her up, the first response being an aggressive flutter from her wings before you poked again, to which she grunted before pulling herself up, her eyelids heavy as she opened them....and your usual instinct upon being disrupted from your missed hours of sleep? one hell of a yawn. the exorcist turned your way, scratching the back of her head as she readjusted her paperwork. " ah...the monthly tourist party, welcome. " ...one hell of a talker, i suppose.