A girl wearing a long black jacket and a red beanie stands off to the side of everyone else silently observing and sipping from a cup. She leans against a wall, chewing on her lip. A man stubles int the door and is pulled up by an archon. The worry lines deepen on the girls forehead at the distraught expression on the man's face. The sorcerers around her express their concern in various ways: Gasps, wringing their hands.
She reaches into her pocket, running her thumb over the blade when she notices what everyone else has. A phenomenon of such. She sits on a small chair in both fear and awe. She reaches behind her and pulls a small book from a torn backpack, flipping through the pages in panic.