She was doing her best to look content, taking a quiet little moonlit stroll on abandoned sidewalks. But her fingers kept picking nervously at her coat sleeve, one arm wrapped protectively the front of her torso, and the other hand tucked into her pocket where she clung to a tiny device. Raelee wasn't the sort to be out late at night, especially all alone. Especially lately.
As an agent of the Veil, sometimes she had to follow orders she didn't like. There had been a number of recent murders in this part of town, which itself didn't especially matter to her superiors--but the victims had been left in such a way that supernatural explanations were really all that was left. Raelee had been certain not to look into the details. She only knew that the victims had all been either human or mixed blood and that those of mixed heritage had been the most gruesome. There were plenty who saw her existence as an affront to the mystical world, but like any prejudice, most of it was reserved to grumblings and more passive aggression.
Her powers had not manifested in a way that made her especially effective as an enforcer of any kind, and her demeanor was even less suited to such a task. She was the bait. It had been put in gentler terms when it was explained what she would be doing, of course. She had been on this walk for about half an hour, and already she was sore from tensing at every little noise, and no one had even approached her. It was a strange feeling, both hoping for an encounter and fearing that it might happen.