Nothing was heard in the dead of night other than the crunch of the girl's feet as she made her way down the desolate sidewalk. She was hard to see in her black hoodie, jeans and skate shoes, but 11 years of being on the run, and she knew that no matter where you are, you're never invisible. Someone can always see you. She glanced warily over her shoulder and clutched the handle of her knife in its scabbard and hoped that she was silent enough to unnoticed, at least for tonight. "But nothing is ever that easy, is it?" The girl whirled around and saw a young woman standing behind her, maybe two years younger than her with blonde hair and yellow eyes, much unlike the girl's own green eyes and jet-black hair. "Who are you?" She demanded, pressing her knife against the girl's throat. The girl sputtered and coughed. "I come...with an assignment...from the IMAB." The International Magic Academy and Base. "Are you...Jade Winters?" The older girl instantly let go of the girl's throat and sheathed her knife. The other girl got up and brushed her self off. She reached out her her hand for a handshake. "I'm Jewel Smith." Jewel narrowed her eyes at the older girl. "I'm fifteen years old. And you are...?" "Jade Winters, like you said. I'm seventeen. Why are you here?" "The IMAB sent me here to ask questions about your history with the nefarious Krystal." A pen and notebook materialized in Amber's hands. "Come on. We'll get somewhere warmer, and you can tell me there." She snapped her fingers, and they were in a house, small but cozy, with a fire going in the fireplace and tea on the table. "Start from the beginning." Amber urged. Jade shook her head, trying to jog her memory. "Let's see, how did it all start...?"