I sighed as I took a long sip of my now luke warm coffee. A women with a bullet hole in her head stared back at me.

That might seem like a horrifying thing to calmly drink a cup of joe to.For me it was just another workday. I'd seen much much worse.

"So, to confirm. You don't know who your assailant is. What you do know is that the man assualted you in your home?"

I asked to confirm. The promblem with all your clients being ghosts, is that their memories of their deaths where blurred. Why couldn't I get a ghost who just wanted me to see if his wife was cheating on him!

"Yes... I didn't even get a chance to say anything. He just shot..." the spirit trailed off, a look of panic and terror as she remembered that she was dead.

"Okay, I can try to work some of my magic. I'll warn you that just because I have powers does not mean I'm garunteed to succeed. Knowing that do you still want me to investigate your death?"

The ghost just nodded. Clearly deep in thought, realizing that everyone you knew and loved would never get to see you had that effect on people. Oh and dying.

"Allright then, as for payment. Don't worry the government handles that part." With that I pulled out a small portable device, It was an ETC or Ectoplasmic Transmission Converter.

It was a simple device that normaly only the rich and wealthy had access, not even the S.R.F had easy access to ETC's.

Luckily I had a.... benefactor even if we weren't on speaking terms.

"This will allow you to record your voice wich will allow the government to confirm that the case is real. I just need you to record that you agree to hand over the investigation of your demise over to me. Until then you can stay in this facility. Its warded so that your spirit won't start to fade among other potential issues."

"I'll also allow you to record some messages for your family If you want to. I'll forward the recording to your family."

I neglected to mention that the wards would not keep her in the mortal plane forever. Gods... Gods did not like it whem souls where kept from thier respective afterlifes. I really did not want to have to move to another building. So, The wards only jept spirits on the mortal plane for a year tops.

After a long and lengthy session I was ready to get home. As much as I "loved" my work. I also liked Food And Video games. It was already starting to become dark outside and a quick glance at my phone revealed it to be 8:30.

I couldn't start the investigation until the SRF or the Supernatural Response Force gave me the go ahead. Meaning I couldn't even start investigating anyways.

I walked through the streets of Wer, my white hair flowing in a gentle breeze,

For normal people walking the streets at night In Wer was a death sentence. For me, well lets just say the smart ones ran the moment they saw my red eyes.

"Hey their pretty lady!" A slured voice called out.

I sighed, of course their were still idiots who would serve as "examples" to the smart ones.

"If your gonna pretend to be drunk, you could at least make yourself smell the part. " I said as I whirled around on a man dressed raggy clothes, his hair a greasy mess, while his unshaved beard hung on his face.

"Aw come on, saw through me that easily?" The "man" spoke in a very feminine voice. The illusion turned to dust and "The Man" gave way to a women who appeared to be in her twenties. Her clothing could only be described as a bikini.

"I'm not a horny teenager anymore."

I said flatly as I twisted out of the way of a knife aimed for my throat, Invisible of course, and grabed on to the arm of the unseen opponent.

I pulled on the arm and in the same motion delived three jabs into the face of my assailant.

I grunted as I heaved them right into the way of an oncoming truck. The truck hitting them with a loud crunch,

The driver didn't even bother stoping.

I looked at the real form of my assailant. She was of course the most horrid abomination known to man. A kitsune.

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The disgusting monster had for the most part a human female body with the exception of fox ears and a tale. The disgusting.... thing was dressed in a suit.

"Are you dead foxhound?" I asked a glimer of hope in my voice.Could the monster have finally been slain?

"No..." Foxhound groaned out the words, and she disappeared without saying anything more. Rude, Yet exactly what I would expect from a disgusting beast like her.

Did I mention how much I hate her existence and wish she'd be eaten by the void never to exist again? No? Well know you do.

I just shrugged and started walking home, knowing that foxhound would show up in a week or two to try killing me again. It had been that way for the last two years, I swear she was getting worse at her illusions.

Home was about a block away nestled in a small apartment complex, it was a decent walk and I didn't have anymore distractions. It was time to game, one of the many benefits of being psychic was that sleep was optional.

My apartment was a small tight space, with a livering room litered with trash I was to lazy to pick up, a tv, and a ps5. Dishes lay stacked in the sink, and probably wouldn't be clean until I litterly ran out of dishes to use.

In otherwords I was unrepentant slob, and I had no plans on changing that. You might think id have a pronblem with roaches and rats. Youd be wrong, Mainly because every roach and rodent was under the control of one villain or another. That was one benefit of living in a city were the villains outnumbered the heroes ten to one.

I wrapped myself into a cacoon pf blankets and prepared to play half life 3, it had come out today and of course I pre-ordered it. I did not sleep at all that night.

In the morning I checked my phone to see that my case on Jane Rye had been approved. Now I could officially start investigating. I decided to just eat a snickers bar for breakfast as I called a taxi to bring me to the nearest police station.

Id changed into my costume. More a formality considering my name was public knowledge. The costume somehow made it easier for cops to accept me taking some of their cases.

It was a simple cloak and hood, with my trusty daggers sheathed on each side. A gift from Aunt Oakley from my heroing day's.

The police station was probably the cleaniest building in the street, made more noticeable by all the buildings next it being covered in graffiti.

Probably because even the gangs of Wer didn't want the kind of attention messing with a police station would bring.

As I walked into the building I noticed a young teenager wearing what looked like a futuristic set of knight armor. He was a new face and I mentally gave a comand to one of my "servants". Spirits who didn't have an afterlife and agreed to work with.

I gave them a command to follow the boy and notify me if he came into trouble. Many a hopeful hero died on their first few missions, and Wer could use a living hero rather then just another corpse.

Inside the precinct was the same old cops standing around waiting to be called out to find out which poor bastard died today. I made my way over to the investigations department, an older lady looking at me with a kind yet condescending smile.

Dammit, looks like they hired someone knew. Worse the women had done her homework. That smile was the same smile people who knew who I was yet didn't really know me gave.

"Im here for case #12445 Samira Ire." I said.

"Sure thing sweetie." The women said in sickly sweet voice. Like she thought I was child and not a verified metahuman handling a murder case.

"You know I have a cousin who au-" I cut her off with a quick word about needing to hurry. I had heard it a thousand times and it had never stopped sounding fake.

I quickly left the precinct and decided on walking to my office. It was a bit of a long walk, but I needed to cool down. Plus I knew of a few drug dealers who could use some reminding of why no one sold near schools.

I walked up to a shaded area near Wilscon Middle school, after I had sighted... I actually could not remember the guys name. Whoever he was though was gonna get a beating for selling drugs.

"Hey I said to the lankey tall man wearing a hood and sweatpants.

"What do you want?" He asked in a deep voice, not that it mattered since he probably would not speaking for the next month at least.

"Hmmm what do I want? I think I want you in a hospital." Then I attacker him, before the man could react I Stiked him in the throat and then threw a punch hiting his face with enough force to push him back into the tree.

He pulled out a knife, and I dodged a few sloppy wild cuts, before twisting his hand cuasing him to loose his grip. Then I strike at him with a flurry of blows.

He tried to block them with his arms. I just attacked the areas that opened up whenever he blocked off one area.

I took a moment to catch my breath and the man slumped to the ground, his back supported by a tree.

"Fuck.. Youu" he rasped out before spitting a broken tooth out.

"No thanks." I snarked back. He wasn't my type.

I left him with a warning not to sell near schools, and went on my way. It took longer then usual for me to get to my office. For some reason the crowds and traffic were at an all time high.

So I checked through the documents. Their was nothing about her past that would explain it. She didn't have any close freinds, boyfriends, and was on good terms with her family.

Their was no will to collect. Once I'd eliminated the obvoius suspects I moved onto to the notes about the crime scene itself. No valubles were stolen, no sign of forced entry.

That could mean the murderer was a meta human but too many metahuman criminals had access to ability, magical spells/artifacts, or tech that could let them bypass mundane security. It probably wasn't anyone who simply skilled since those types tended to rob from the rich.

The murder weapon was recorded as a .45 magnum revolver, but no shells were found onnthe crime scene. The gun itself had been left right next to the body. The gun was registered to a Johnathon Rike but the man had apparently died a few months ago.

That didn't even remove him as a suspect though. Although it was doubtful. I'd look into him tonight just to be sure though.

This would not be an easy case. At least that's what my instincts told me. Still I had taken on the job and would do everything in my power to finish it.

I could see my office just a street away from me. Just as I was about to walk over their one of the spirits connected to me.

"The knight is in trouble."

Well that was inconvenient.