[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]🗡️ Megan Pendragon 🗡️[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.postimg.cc/yx5CwGGc/giphy.gif[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Police Station -> Orphanage 
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	The drive to the orphanage was relatively uneventful. Her brother had decided to ride with Isabella and that was fine by her. If he wanted to breathe the same air as the irritating woman, then he could do so - it was a free country. When she arrived outside the brick building, Megan parked her car and took a deep breath. She wasn't scared of anything - she was fearless - but returning to this place brought certain emotions up to the surface. She remembered the agonizing process of adoption, and even then, she had been one of the lucky ones to be placed with a family - not everyone had been. Stepping out of the car, she couldn't help but notice how little things had changed.

	Megan walked into the orphanage proper, instantly coming face to face with a cork board. It was decorated with the photographs of children who had been successfully adopted and she spotted her own face with blonde braids, long before she had access to dye to camouflage her natural locks. Her brother's picture was there too, along with tons of photos of other children who had been adopted around the same time that they had been. Witchita was a relatively small town, but apparently it had been a great year for orphans. She stepped forward, scanning through the photographs, wondering if she would spot some sort of a pattern. One photo in particular caught her eye and she stepped forward, removing it from the board - Isabella's photo.