[color=f7941d][b]Caitlyn Quintaine & Nostradamus - Quintaine Residence[/b][/color]

It was weird that her hand didn't feel hot at all, this power was amazing, but certainly not one to be overused. Caitlyn let out a soft sigh as she lowered her temperature. She was sitting on the couch in her home, like usual there was no one home. It had been a few days now since Caitlyn's new life started, her second life, all thanks to an peculiar 'demon' that patched her up. Saying it made it sound even weirder. No one would even believe the story despite it being the truth, not that she had anyone to tell it to. The door opened.

Caitlyn looked to the entrance and saw a tall man with black hair and glasses dressed in a fancy black uniform enter the house. He sure looked different then at their first encounter with each other. He was a lot more pleasant to look at in this form. He was holding a letter in his hand and a faint grin was on his face. "It has been done." he said. Caitlyn looked confused as she didn't have a clue of what he went out to do in the first place.

"W-what did you do? You didn't even tell me what your plans were when you left." she said.

Nostra chuckled and handed over the letter to Caitlyn. "This letter confirms that I can enroll as substitute teacher at your school when needed. Luckily I don't have to be there every day, but we'll see each other nonetheless, despite you already being in your senior year." he explained. Caitlyn read through the letter before handing it back to the demon.

"Well at least you got your alibi in this world." she sighed. "I can't believe how quickly I adapted to this situation."

"It is your second life after all." Nostra chuckled, he headed into the kitchen to grab something for himself. "I assume you already practiced with you new found abilities, yes?"

"Yup. The last few days allowed me to get a better grip on those temperature powers, as well as the bone strengthening. However pulling those bone swords through my skin still poses me some trouble, it hurts a lot." she commented.

"As expected. I do treasure my Nociception ability much, so it is to assume you got the short end of the stick concerning Nociception." Nostradamus pulled out a rib in a swift hand-motion and examined it. He smiled followed by throwing it halfway into the wall. "You indeed got the short end of the stick." Caitlyn showed a faint smile and looked down to the ground while Notra continued grabbing his stuff out of the kitchen. She wondered what she deserved to get a second life. She doesn't have anyone that cares for her, not even her mother who is always away on business trips. She was fine with dying, yet she got a second chance. It now is the question whether she continues to live like she did or turn the wheel around and make changes in her new life.