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[h3][color=a187be]Reina Simmons[/color][/h3]
[sub][i]The night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.[/i][/sub][hr][hr][/center]

	It was 8 when Reina left her room for the evening. The actuality of evenings and mornings made no difference to her, though lately the nights become longer and stiller. Her shrink had the idea of moving her away for awhile, thought a change of atmosphere would help her yet it seemed to have done no such help since she stayed in Rawyn. She could not shake the feeling that it had something more to do with the place rather than their suggestion. At least her parents got her a nice place to stay for the whole 'vacation'. Quaint, homey, and situated just about right on the overlooking the sea.  
	
	Perched lazily on the table, the attendant placed a cup of tea next to her. Somebody left this morning's paper on the window ledge, she reached out to it lazily. That's where Reina first knew about the missing girl. It was the first she heard of something like this since she came here. Flipping a page a note fell on her lap, a curious message was written on it. There isn't much to go for, enough to dismiss it as some kid playing a prank on bystanders yet it subconsciously piqued her interest, as odd as it might sound. She thought less of it for now.

	But the night would again drive her sleepless, her thoughts lingered deeply under the dim glow of her nightlight. She wasn't entirely sure where this personal interest on this girl was coming from, maybe she genuinely is and her curiosity is drawing her to know more. Without another minute she stood up from her bed grabbed, her jacket, her camera and her bag, the note tucked inside her key pocket and left. 

	When she arrived at the location, Reina heard voices from the other end. She was surprised at the few people who were there. It did not occur to her that this would be some sort of group meeting. She leaned at the corner of the door, silently witnessing what was going on on the other room. As far as she could gather from the happenings inside the girl with shoulder length hair was Lucy. [color=a187be]"Seems like I'm not the only one who got the memo..."[/color] She muttered audibly, without meaning it, probably just enough for the others to hear.