Coral Glasses has been running for her career since the start here and there, various errands, many demands, which always ended under the 'other people's desires' umbrella regardless. That was her life, and she followed her schedule tight as she followed the guidelines given to her.

Now, one of the many doors that lead to many places and many events just bore a grotesque event: its Genie was killed—the master of the place itself was killed, somehow. Responsibility fell to poor Coral, who was sent to the HUB so a proper entity could replace the dead one. Simple? Yes. Easy? You could tell by her sweaty expression, almost melting.

It was early in the HUB. There were empty stalls and deserted roads, but also doors, blocked and working. Coral, however, stood between random spots, shoe-clad feet tapping against the ground, as if waiting for the content of her task to just pop up in front of her. She felt like an outcast, and no wonder, she hasn't been around these parts before!

"Ugh... I turned down another job opportunity to be here." Murmured the young woman, her voice barely above a crackling speaker's echo. She shuffles her papers around, scrambling to look through them...when theres a sudden rustle in a bush behind her, causing her to jump and drop a few.

"Ack!" She pauses a bit, readjusting her glasses and slowly leaning forwards. "Is....Is someone there?" The second rustle in the bush seemed to answer her question for her...She puts her papers down, and quickly pulls the leaves back to find...a rather small child..