Miyabi liked the dark,

The night.

It felt so comforting, as if it were a blanket of safety wrapping around her.

Gotham was one cesspool of a city, Miyabi had no intention to leave though, her father wouldn't let her anyway; he was too overprotective.

Her mother was gone, ran away after being accused of being a witch.

She grew up in the orphanage with two friends, one obsessed with hatred towards her father; and the other becoming a mass bomber but at least they still kept in touch.

Miyabi got up and looked out her window, it was raining; not too heavy but still.

She had to go to work, she had a job as a psychiatrist but she didn't really fit the criteria for one. She had above average intellect and had a knack for pickpocketing, but she didn't really need that skill in her daily life. But, her lack of people skills didn't help at all.

Miyabi sighed and walked out the door, unlike her mother she wasn't good at 'magic'; only fighting and doing the riddles in the newspaper. Though this was the case, it didn't stop her from using her gift; even if it was slightly and inconvenience to her well-being.
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