[color=6ecff6][b]Vanessa F. Meriweather[/b][/color]

[color=6ecff6]"Throw... everything away, huh?"[/color] She did not react as the Angel walked off the roof. 

That's right. What use was clinging to her humanity now? She had to focus on winning, regardless of the cost. Vanessa was already chosen, it would be unworthy to back down now. 

Following the angel, she stepped off the top, feeling the rush of wind, and the sense of impending death, before she rapidly slowed down her descent, landing on the ground with barely any trouble.

[color=6ecff6]"There..."[/color] she pointed towards the direction of the Strip. [color=6ecff6]"I can feel it there. I'm going there."[/color]

All of this was so new to her, her abilities, this odd twilight world where magical hunters came after you, but so far her instincts had always lead her true. She felt drawn to the hospital, and there an angel was sent to her. There was something in the Strip, and she felt very drawn to it. Perhaps the invisible hand of God?