[h2][center][color=red]Kayla Foster[/color][/center][/h2]
[hr][i]The following day…[/i]

Unlike her more driven sibling, Kayla was not keen on waking up early to begin her side of the assignment. Due to her magic usage the night before and her general laziness she had slept in until around midday. After getting dressed and ready for the day Kayla spent most of her time during lunch perusing the grimoire for any more potential information on the Aswang she was dealing with, and taking notes on the information that the, er, [i]civilian investigator[/i] had provided for her. Her person of interest was a man named Oliver Whittle and was the first and only person to have survived an attack. This Oliver Whittle now resides in the Murdoch Mental Hospital- and likely wasn't going anywhere anytime soon as a result.

The process of actually getting to the hospital took longer than anticipated- mostly because Kyle took the car. An Uber took care of that issue pretty quickly- it wasn't her first solo rodeo. When the driver dropped her off, she took one look up at the hospital and was instantly [i]disappointed[/i] with how mundane it was. It looked like a surprisingly nice place, which irked Kayla. She was an energetic person, and she usually relished the danger and excitement that came with her line of work. This place was all safe and easy and [i]normal.[/i] Checking into the hospital was predictably easy- she simply walked in the front doors and approached the lady at the front desk. The lady requested her name and her business being here, which Kayla easily answered.

"Jane Whittle- my brother, Oliver Whittle, was recently admitted to this hospital. I flew in to visit as soon as I could."

The attendant nodded but didn't press her for further information. "His wife has been visiting him a lot since he was admitted, she might even be there right now." she said, her attention very obviously on other tasks- namely the file organization that she seemed engrossed in. Eventually though, she got around to printed and handing Kayla a sticker with her 'name' on it. Kayla quickly stuck it to her chest. "He's in room 113C. Try not to be too loud, sometimes it upsets the patients." The woman said, returning to her work.

113C. Kayla could remember that. As she walked the halls of the hospital, she couldn't help but note how clean everything was. She always hated the completely sterile feeling that hospitals had. It just felt so [i]unnatural[/i], and out of all the things Kayla had experienced in her life, [i]that[/i] gave her the creeps. Lost in her thoughts, Kayla initially walked right past 113C, she realized it about five steps too late. She backpedaled, and read the number on the door. It matched, and there was even a name tag stuck to the door to confirm it for her: Oliver Whittle. Kayla reached for the handle and quietly opened the door as to not disturb Oliver's neighbors. As she entered the room, she noted that it was extremely tidy. Either the people that did the cleaning around here were extremely thorough, or most of the room hadn't been touched in a while. There were only two other doors in the room, one was open and displaying a very obvious bathroom. The other door was closed, likely the bedroom. Kayla walked to the door and entered the bedroom. Oliver was laying in his bed, asleep. There were pieces of paper on his nightstand with drawings of [i]something[/i] on them. His wife was slumped against the bed and Oliver. She was also fast asleep, but she was holding Oliver's hand. The scene tugged at Kayla's heart, but she did not wake the woman. It would make things more... complicated. She also doubted her ability to ask his wife to leave- she couldnt even imagine what the woman was going through.

Kayla gingerly sat down on the side of Oliver's bed, and frowned deeply. There were bandages along the nape of his neck- likely concealing wounds left by claws in a raking motion if the long extremities on the ends of his drawing's hands were anything to go by. She signed, and placed her left hand on his heart, and her right thumb on his forehead.

[i]"Nyara amin lle narn,"[/i] she whispered. She began to feel herself dive into Oliver's mind, and upon his resistance, she added [i]"-Ten' amin naa sinome fallan."[/i] She took a deep breath and felt Oliver's mind submit to the prodding. Taking the opportunity, she quickly prodded his mind for the right memory. Anything that was out of the normal, something horrid, life changing even. Upon touching one particular memory, she felt Oliver's mind tense. Ah, there it is. 

[i]It had been an exceptionally long day of work. The firm Oliver worked for had finally closed a deal with a foreign investor after a lengthy, uphill battle. As one of the project’s leads, Oliver wasn’t about to turn down a drink. Immediately agreeing after being asked by a couple of his coworkers if he wanted to accompany them to the ‘Watering Hole’, Oliver and his crew made their way down to the small pub later that evening. It wasn’t a far walk, the firm occupied one of Santa Celia’s towering skyscrapers that comprised the city’s skyline and Oliver quickly found himself losing track of time as the drinks kept coming. 

Stumbling out of the pub several hours later, Oliver and one of his coworkers made their way back towards their respective car. Taking a shortcut through a nearby alley, the pair stumbled upon a crying woman. Oliver’s companion, a woman by the name of Karen, moved to comfort the other female only for her face to suddenly change. It was as though she was shedding a mask as her skin turned a pale grey, perfect teeth replaced with rows of thin needles a long tongue snaked out of her mouth.

Karen didn’t have a chance to react as the creature pulled her forward, its snake-like tongue wrapping around her neck, cutting off her air supply before retracting between the thin teeth as they closed around Karen’s flushed neck. Oliver screamed as the creature dropped Karen’s body, its dark, beady eyes eyeing him hungrily. It leaped into the air, running along the wall, as Oliver scrambled to get out of the alley, long claws raking across his neck as it tried to take down the larger man. Falling out of the alley, Oliver yelled for help as bystanders quickly moved to aid the man.

But it was too late, the alley was empty, save for Karen’s lifeless body.[/i]

A Manananggal. Female, that had to be it. She felt Oliver's mind relax as the memory faded, and suddenly she sitting under a tree next to what could only be Oliver himself. She looked over at him, and he looked right back at her with wide eyes.

[i]"Who are you?"[/i]

Kayla looked away from Oliver and down to her feet. [i]"Well, according to the secretary, I'm your sister Jane."[/i]

[i]"I dont have a sister."[/i]

Kayla hummed. [i]"Suppose you'd know better than I do, there."[/i]
[i]
"So who- what are you?"[/i]

Kayla met his eyes once more and there was a pregnant pause, then she reached over and hugged Oliver.

[i]"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."[/i] She said. Oliver hesitated, but eventually hugged her back. She eventually brought Oliver to arm's length apart. [i]"Oliver, I'm going to fix this."

"Are you a guardian angel?"[/i]

Kayla bit her tongue, she had been told to never answer those types of questions when doing this. It was always better when they knew less.

[i]"Oliver, right now your wife is by your bedside, and she needs you. Come back to her. Talk to them."

"But what if it happens again?"

"It wont."

"How do you know?"

"It wont, Oliver. I promise."[/i]

As quickly as she had entered Oliver's mind, she felt herself pulling out. When she came to, she felt the familiar feeling of her phone buzzing in her pocket- likely what had cut her distraction to begin with. She brought her hand away from the still sleeping form of Oliver and took out her phone. It was a text from Kyle.

[b]Made a new friend today.[/b] is all it said. She smiled and texted back. [b]Manananggal, female. Meet me at the motel?[/b]

Kayla looked up at the sleeping forms of Oliver and his wife and sighed. She couldn't do anything more- it was all up to Kyle to decide if he wanted to come back now. But, he was awake again, and likely thinking. Perhaps he would recover yet.

Kayla stood and crept out of the room, then left the hospital. They knew what they were hunting. Now came the fun part.