It had been one week since her mothers murder, niesha was 22, and all alone. The people she should have been able to call on just thought she was grieving, thought it was ridiculous for her to even think about hunting dowm the murderer, They, of course, didn't know that she had abilities. 

"Excuse me? Miss, you said you were interested in the apartment" the real estate sgent, a woman in her thirties, wearing a black pant suit approached her. Niesha had been standing in the middle of the living room, apparently staring off into space. 

Niesha smiled, "yes, Ma'am, I am" she had a slight accent, from being born and growing up in Nebraska. That is, until her mother moved them. "Its lovely, and in my price range" she looked around the living room, which was small, yet not too small. Just perfect. "I will take it"

Of coirse, there was other things to do, paper work and such, yet by the end of the day, the place would be hers. 

She decided to celebrate, and headed to a coffee shop to continue about her day