People who complained about their average daily lives, wishing for something exciting and dangerous to magically appear, were so [i]goddamn[/i] lucky. They didn't have to deal with their whole lives crumbling down on them, where every little thing they did had a large chain reaction. It all started with a simple high school fling, which led to a pregnancy, alcohol, and a long, lonely life. Gaela Agna Wiegand, 36, fucked up big time at the age of 16. Her parents did their best to provide for a newborn and their young daughter, but when graduation came, they kicked her to the curb. Without her child, her home, or high school sweetheart, Gaela relied on the help of her best friend, Dalia Myers, for many years. By the time she was 32, she was finally able to move out and live by herself after landing a stable office job. Until her parents called, explaining how her child, the one they themselves raised, had died due to a heart infection.

In just one phone call, her life continued to spiral down the drain. Instead of paying rent and bills, she drank her savings away and ended up crashing her car into another car. Luckily no one was hurt, but Gaela had to pay for the charges and join an A.A. group. In that same year, some brutal murders began, her best friend being one of the victims. The funeral was barren, no one but her and the priest bothered to come. In just a few years, Gaela managed to pick herself up and move on from her past life, but the murders continued.
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Standing just a few steps away from the door, Gaela took a deep breath and knocked hard. When it finally opened, a large, burly woman came out and stared down at the smaller woman. Gaela eyed the badge on her chest, clearing her throat. [color=f49ac2]"Excuse me, officer Warren? I was told you were now in charge of the investigation of,-"[/color] before she could finish, the officer interrupted with a loud sigh, rubbing her face. "Ms. Wiegand, listen. You've been around the office for several hours, and we'll just keep telling you the same thing. We can't share our information on the case with you, because we have [i]none.[/i] I know it's been several years, and if I were you, I'd be angry and persistent too. But other people are dying too, and we can't just do anything about it yet. If you don't leave now, I will gladly escort you." Gaela opened her mouth to speak, raising a finger, but quickly ceased, turned around, and left.

Mumbling profanities, she left the office and found herself outside where the afternoon rush of Berlin was waiting for her. Everybody was pushing past each other, trying to get to their next destination before it started raining again. She stood on the steps, seemingly lost in thought. 'The police obviously can't do anything, pigs,' she thought. She stayed there for 5 minutes until someone shoved past her to get inside the office. Being pulled from her thoughts, she sighed and began walking home.
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[color=f49ac2]"I'm sorry to hear that sir. I'll transfer you to him now."[/color]

With a click, the caller was gone. Chewing on a baby carrot, Gaela scrolled through pages and pages on her desktop. She left messages on many forums on how to find someone who could get "hard to reach" information, better yet, a hacker. Many of the replies were ridiculous, the others were just judging her, and almost none of them were actually helpful. "Wiegand, are you busy right now? I need you to file these papers."

Minimizing the browser, she flashed a smile at her coworker, and took the papers from his hand. [color=f49ac2]"Alright. Come back at your lunch, yeah? They'll be done by then."[/color] And with that, he was gone. Sighing with frustration, Gaela opened the browser, but found a notification in her email regarding a certain person they knew who could help. She looked over the address in the message, her legs bouncing with excitement and relief at the same time. If not even the police were going to do their job, she would do it for them.