'Wow! These guys hit the gas and never let up. I'm exhausted!' I like karaoke, 80’s hair bands, and shooting pool. What I don’t like is how much I know about the world and the almost immortal Caretakers who control the veil separating it from dangerous supernatural forces. Well, maybe not immortal after all... because someone just killed a Caretaker, and they did it to send me a message. Now I’m hip deep in it, I have a seemingly homeless woman in my care who is clearly not telling me everything, and the only way out is to hit this thing head on. They kicked me out. Dumped me on earth and shunned me. I’ve kept my abilities, my … magic hidden, but I guess I always knew no one ever really gets to walk away.