Drastically changes from living in a realm of reverting time.

Vastly being able to recall things beyond understanding has made her unable to fit into society. Born in America and eventually by the circumstance of her mom falling to a British man. It's all the same. Just that Lea was by the account of others a mute with many medical problems since birth. She is around 13, living across the pond in England in a care house of other disabled or impaired young adults. She attends a school that is a short bus trip. She is permanently always on crutches or has a cane. She considered always unstable footed. She has never spoken so hardly anyone thinks about her accent. When she was 8, her biological father was sent to prison for the attempted murder of both her mom and her. After three years of living in the UK and the story goes a bus crash killed her parents. Her step-sister has been by to work out if Lea understands the truth. Through some writing and images, Lea was able to tell her sister that she knew. Her mother and stepfather are a fantastic pair of undertakers that started before they died. The gifted sight was why she was enrolled in the abnormal school for gifted spirit-seeing children. It's just called by the local name of Breaston Comprehensive.

At this matter of moment, Lea was dazed in her recalling memories. Vastly stuck in her knowledge of things and whole awareness of reliving the same life again. It's why she just doesn't speak. She deems it unnecessary. She will be in an emergency and able to speak, but she has not been in one to make a big deal. She spoke around the time she was in the hospital for burns, the careless trained worker spilt hot scolding drinks over Lea. It was the only time she spoke to anyone since being here and she stopped talking when she no longer needed treatment for the excessive burns.

In his free time, she finished all the classwork and homework required of her. She has out one of many sketchbooks in which she draws strange worlds, she loves these incomplete places. They are vivid in her mind. She knows not to finish them. She stares often through her cursed mask looking at these exact landscapes. They are changed, hidden as part of other worlds now. Yet she lingers in the memories of what was erased and forgotten about. Her living eyes stare at the outside window, watching the passing weather and the wildlife that sings in the hedges. She becomes quite the twitcher at many of the care home windows, different angles of looking to the big back fenced garden. In warm weather, she is seated out there on the grass loving the breeze and smelling it all. Equally, her days inside are enjoyable, with hot drinks with a comfortable seat. The bird doesn't fly away if they hear her.

"Each life you have is getting harder to track you know?" She softly used the reflection first to check, everyone knows she was a cautious person. She doesn't turn around instantly, assuming she fears being shot with a gun or attacked again. He has a mask on in the reflections, it has a little change about it. He seems starved as a damned and still injured. She smirks making a gentle look his way, the long-brim hat softly poses to hide his expression. But he is nervous, he holds his hat with tension. He isn't happy about making himself known to her, yet they both know that he been watching her shoulders for a while. Even when she was a child, she recalls trying to get the shadow to play with her. She was always a lonely kid. It helps her lack of fear of the hidden creatures among humans. She made friends with the thing that lived under her aunt's house. They quickly moved from there. Lea still can't find herself to speak any words, not even if she would as an undertaker's voice. She simply gives him acknowledgement that she knows him and that she folds away her pictures. She returned to recline at watching the window.

"I have a letter from a visiting monarch." He held the hat to his chest and gently with his left hand, puts the letter on the table. He retreats from her. Turned away quickly to attempt escape.

"A pleasure to see you around, whatever your name is now. I am no longer so resentful of having you around. I appreciate it." She spoke with undertaker influence, "I likely hazard a guess, knowing that sending a reply is fruitless. Thank you for passing it to me, with your left hand." She softly takes it with her left hand, "We should have a drink together sometime. I have plenty of human and nonhuman items. Or any suitable arrangement to the nearest shadows pub." He is thoroughly spooked, fast he left from her last word. She has gander of attempting her blind method reading, which Hayato knows plenty to do so. She appreciates this level of hassle. She then looked at the creepy paper. Living eyes... it's like holding glitches void of black in her hands. Resealed and properly filed in her office in her shadow. Cosy lives for her shadow masks while her living body is living a human life. Luxurious space due to her influence of gifts. But she can't help but be told that the lives she keeps leaving behind have unfinished emotions and wishes. Always dies early and always never enough for those she makes connections with. Even her nephew and niece were likely left behind vague inheritance and massive afterlife problems. She will never know, as time reverted backwards for both the living world and the afterlife. She suspects that a soul-snatcher accident was coming and that Alex. He was destined for fate.

"Did you say something?" A career nearby poked in checking in. She waved that she hadn't and she was fine. They stare awkwardly at the weird paper in her hands and softly leave with no further hassle. Lea knows she put away all the mail so... what she is holding was a sigil panel that prompted. She was using it like a tablet to read afterlife realm news. A normal person assumes she holding air but there is a couple of careers she knows that her sister hired. Folks can hear the undertaker's speech and know about the oath order of the sigil. That career is someone Lea observed as able to see and hear.

In the current format, it was a digital newspaper with all the video plays and moving adverts. Articles with little slide bars to continue the scroll off. But it's like a big print old fashion newspaper, the 1700s are asking for their machines back. The font was as the pressed print was back in the day and the paper texture was crinkly and orange-tinged of ageing. A typical undertaker newspaper for the general public. There is only so much she cares for glancing about, putting it down and back to the window watching. She smirked that the guy didn't leave completely, his mask simply perplexed in watching her. She guessed that he isn't aware that she watching him by reflection. For their sake, she focused outside the window. Watching the passive living world and cloudy weather. Another normal rainy wet day, just typical England. Lost to her watching of things, there isn't much better to do. If she could live a normal life, she wouldn't be in a care home like this. She needs assistance in basic tasks like chores, and bathing and to be fair - she is still underage by 5ish years.

"I should have spoken sooner if I had thought things through." She tilts indicating she heard him but she doesn't face him. She doubts that her living sight would make things easier, the damned are thin blackened bodies. Peat bog mummies with ethereal floating strips of cloth that acts as the limbs. She finds them unsettling if she doesn't realize they are standing in her sight. It wouldn't matter, she damned too. Damned can not eat each other's negativity. You must be a broken soul for such sick practice. Then again, desperation has fallen to her lap plenty. She can count on one hand, how many feel victim to her devouring negativity. Poor Curiosity's one of them.

"It's fine." She whispers gently. A bird of the afterlife moves in her way, walking through the glass to annoy her with some message. Her annoyance certainly made it think on second thoughts, half back through the glass a moment. She removed a strip of meat from her pocket shadow storage, tossing it and watching the reflex nature. It's indeed a normal death-passenger bird. It is here with only dropping off a fancy black file. It enjoys the meat and left. She takes up the record with her left hand, and softly pokes through it in just memorization of what order the licences and certificates came in. She paused at the spare new ones, having a proper look at each of these and then having Sigil panel up explaining some dictionary terms. The last one was the most shock to her, it wasn't a certificate.

Rather, a page of the tome index. She however knows exactly what page this is. It has her biological father's name and her name. But it's changed, the book itself has been having a soul reshuffling. The vast extreme of this reshuffled ordering of souls, she now had her own category of the keeper. She has now a fancy title, Keeper of the Cogs. Bringing with them what she would consider a step-down ranking. Yet it is not. It is that she holds both outsider ranking and is now a trusted cogs keeper. It puts a lot of her current life in perceptive, she can see how she would have the authority to literally stop the soul snatcher and sentence Alex to service - no questions asked. She however unique, and this quirky way of her choice was what gave her the title.

She accepts the duty with no regrets. No complaints. Not even as the index cuts itself into her, using her skin to make the page among the living world. She holds herself in waiting for her tolerance to kick in. She lets the waves of internal body altering past work. She doesn't fight how she collapsed on the floor and forced many strange stretches. It was long over once anyone living was in the room to aid her.

"Miss Fallown, are you OK?" The three lead nurses for the site at fast. Lea waved at them to move back from her, and she stood up without help. Amazingly, she was standing perfectly still. Not a wabble to be had. She stands with grace like she has been trained by royalty. She adjusted her clothes herself and softly was just sort of nodding to her own pace of thoughts. Prolonging the sheer shock the nurses see. Lea takes to stop at picking up things off the floor. Empty cup and her newspaper, as if she found the motion naturally done. She had even swiftly folded the newspaper and tucked it under her right arm. She collected the walking cane from the wall. Not in using it for balance like always, rather it was treated with style. Holding up some composure as she walks in smooth soft dancing glides. Left the room, left the three nurses baffled. For that matter, the poor undertaker that seen everything from start to finish is left behind. He seems afraid and plastered himself to the wall. She can taste his bewildering emotions.

"Fall!" The younger ones tend to call her this but she knows that it has been used to insult her. She as always uses a reflection to check things around her, always something she uses to not look directly.

"It's pointless, she can't speak. And why would she know what the password is to the computer?"

"Captial S at the start, the rest of it is in lowercase and ends with 73. Guess what the word is?" She sounds British like them but the fact she spoke at them is. Answering with intelligence that they assumed she didn't have. They were too stunned to care about the computer anymore. Tripping themselves as she moves down the corridor. Down to her room, all of her things tucked in her right arm. She steps so smoothly, it doesn't disturb those that are blind, her corridor neighbours are mostly blind residents.

She spends this freedom of movement doing all the things that annoyed her. Like the way her bed was made and the way, she likes her clothes folded to not ruin the print. She can straighten up her shelves of sketchbooks. Her favourite picture was realigned on the wall. So absorbed in these petty things. She didn't even notice that she avoided the undertaker standing in her way of leaving her room like she couldn't anyways. He's a spirit and she's the human living body here.

"You should be packing to leave." He is so panicked sounding, "I don't know what triggered what happened to you suddenly but it also informed the Seer bloodline of your current location. This place is going to..." He chills a little that she was steps ahead of him. She removed her panic button and lays her bed to seem like she took a nap. A neat touch of a fake mask where her face should be. A Seer or Trickster was dumb enough to make assumptions. She stopped him from messing it up.

"If you think that's my face, I will begin to question what is wrong with your memories." She lets his arm go, "The windows are alarmed. They have to sound the alert to let me slip by. I don't need it open a lot. Breaking out of here has been successful even when I had sea legs."

"This is ridiculous." He hissed and just then the front door alert was sounded. She cranks it to just enough for light to pass unhindered by the glass. She claps Time to freeze. She uses travel of her shadow shape-shifting to pour herself out to the outside of the care home. This also ignores the falling from the fourth story, with no damage at all. She breaks out her favourite black long coat from storage and quickly snatched the poor man with her. She claps time to act normally around them both, staring up to a window. She like always flicks her nightstand light off when she naps. Indicated to CCTV she was sleeping in her room. She has only been caught twice, but she never speaks and this sort of slides with how they found their excuses for her. They only ever caught her in the fenced area of the garden, so there were assumptions of logic that she was working out how to get here. Never did it extend to them ever considering she left the grounds, of course, she had.

A bright fire in the room under hers was churning thick smoke, many were getting out spluttering. So many needed assistance that she became lost in the crowds of confused and impaired. She slips shadows once more as the register is being taken. She once more has his arm held as they ducked through the tree line beyond the fencing. The fire department truck blaring and the police too. She puts her hood up, a last few checks and then right to a public cut-through. Here she lets him finally go, dusted off and backpack adjusted.

"Will they figure out you are still alive?" He asked. She has nothing to say, she put in so many years of planning for faking her death. In so many ways. She already had the damned fake her new identity with new authentic papers. She did leave her past corpse in the bed, DNA all the same. She just worries about her extensive medical history proving her past corpse wrong. A Seer will know she is still alive by time, no matter how good a job she does in living world stuff.

"What now?" He asked concerned about everything she had done to this point. She brushed on her mask, it is in a new arrangement and isn't to its nature. She took out a phone, switched it on and she spends a lot of time walking towards school while making excessive social media postings. She regularly makes excuses on the account for why she goes a long periods of silence. She sends a bunch of text posts, telling her school friends what she has been up to and what made-up nonsense she could have with family drama. Most times it was her way of venting memories to sound like the present. It uses her new persona and nickname she goes by. She enters the school grounds without even looking up from her phone, so causally past those leaving for the evening. It was true that she is a night student, that lives off the grounds. Her swift thumb clicks of screen tapping echo right to reception, she doesn't even bother the staff... signing in for the evening. She doesn't think twice about the entry staff code at the side. Upon crossing the threshold, her height was changed and all her clothes were being sewn on her. Her old outfit was cut and scrapped into her storage.

"Luna!" The headmaster sings in being so happy she had finally arrived, at twitch as she posed her left hand on his lips. She finished that final post and locked the device and makes it disappear behind her back. She makes that slow scowling like it was his fault. She moved off his lip and stomps at his feet, nearly missing teos. She mutely fashion makes a big fuss of being annoyed, making the final slide right to Curiosity. He enters the room now, staring at her strange pose and the now deep scowl moved off the headmaster.

"Now I shouldn't be the one to be meddling." He crossed his arms, "But can't you undertakers not harass us when we are trying to mock blend in among humans? You of all folks, Mr Shade."

"You mastered the art of acting." Curiosity impressed by everything happening yet then has a moment back of panic, "Why are you back here of all places? Are you nuts?"

"Don't mind him. He has a lapse of time. You know how the undertakers are when they don't return to their realm when they should be. The call-back system is there for a reason but this guy is. He has some nerves of steel to not get eaten by the veils." She spoke so causally in human tones, it doesn't faze the headmaster of her way of speaking. In fact, the demon although does sense something is very off. He chooses to side with her causal ways. He would rather her way of hunter-court methods than the many corpses that came back from the job.

"Well anyways, did you finally have your paperwork aligned now? Having you hired off books for a while but this is an angelic order case. The school need to be all cards clear for this." He wagged his left hand at her, "I don't like the way your face is today." He remarks in closing hand away from her.

"Wearing real flesh today. Looks good right?" She twirls on the spot, "Besides, what took me so long was my levels up and promotion up to something so unheard of." She tilts in making it seem like a big grin across, "All that off the edge of the universe walking meant something."

"The fact that you returned from the unknown even in this state. You have to be an outsider from the start." She punched him in the arm for that.

"I started as a normal human girl. I blame the Tricksters!" He surrenders at her threatening another punch. She huffed and all that emotion instantly wipes away. Just as a not human would. Headmaster shivered that she so lacked humanity now. He straightens up as she does.

"Congratulations on your promotion of being higher than any goddess in this universe. Yet such a mythical rank has many drawbacks, you don't have authority in god courts." He thinks things over, "But I guess you don't need to have sway in god courts to get things done."

"There you go." A big back slap forced the man to move forward showing the way, "I have a double ranking but you are exactly right. I don't have to be on top to serve the souls. The occasional oddity or hidden one only needs to whisper at the right ear."

"Follow this way, Shade. You here on her grace. Not mine." Curiosity shuffled onwards following but is stunned beyond himself at trying to understand the vast level of calculations to whip a demon king in such a state of believing her.

"Curiosity..." a working couple approaches and distracted him. Whatever it is was an urgent matter. Every undertaker available was drawn into running around for where a soul snatcher will appear from.

"I smell good prey on your terrace. Let me just poach what I am licenced to do." The headmaster posed open hands and she was quickly put with her bone-made scythe. She makes carrying it look stylish and easy, while it's anything else. She swiftly makes shortcuts around to where she preplanned knowing Alex's school timetable and any social hangouts. Foot slams the door off hinges into the classroom and faster was she at taking a running jump. Angling herself to the perfect soul grasp and that its stomach contains will pour into her shadow. She makes a dent into the wall, she stands very proud of holding this soul. Indeed the following this of its corpse becoming among the living realm. It decays to ashes as the material it is made from dissipated in the air. The smell of tangy eggs.

"Alex!" He is dying and all she is allowed to do is be stood witness... if of course, she wasn't a spirit.

"Move." She commands the student and lays him on a desk. She makes some last few listening to the area. She snapped at someone interrupting her. They backed off, she makes a strange sort of act of warming her hands up. She puts full focus on this one exact hit. Whatever acupuncture she required as a new bookkeeper, it was magical. He was looking so healthier suddenly. He will vomit later but he is alive.

"Luna! Spirit people aren't meant to disrupt the order of dying." She frowns at how that rung deep in her ear. She had back to hand the soul snatcher core, she was so nonchalant of it all.

"There are two reasons why I can do that... three at best." She posed her left hand on demanding that she have them listening to her, "He is by truth clinically dead, which is a loophole that most demons use." She sees they weren't listening, none of them. She guesses that since no one cares about watching or listening. She can devour this soul snatcher. She does so like biting an apple. The satisfaction of crunch made her lose in the moment. It's the same crunch that pulled all these undertakers to think she's the soul snatcher. That of course she pulls her scythe up from the floor, leans on it and throws the last soul bits to her mouth. She enjoys the crunching as it makes them unsure to lower or lift weapons.

"Call to ranking!" A few oath passers among the quick grab army. No one around her it seems can pull up the roaster of sigil panel users. She pulls it to her, still crunching her fill and peering rather disappointed at the ranks that made themselves available to help. She can see there many gold bands and silvers had ignored this case, even declining the requests. She does give the benefit of the doubt that her fame is perseverance. Newly promoted users tend to get gossip behind their backs. She noticed a little marker that meant it was shown to be a Trickster's involvement in such an execution.

"Alex, you have 8 hours or less to get to a hospital and have Whatever organ that was removed. If it is punctured in that time, you will die. If you try to eat or drink, you will die. Get your act together or so pray some god pities you." They all heard her loud and clear. Shoved by his friends and doing exactly that. She takes the moment of enjoyment of those negative energies, simply adding more flavouring to a crunch soul snatcher snack. She genuinely has to use her living function to clear her voice again. Making some snarl uncomfortable.

"Clinical death works for me." A grim reaper with a tome, "Quick deaths that are such a shock that the will to live turns them back. An annoying to the next time he is dead."

"It's just paperwork to be filed, no big deal. At least you are paid wages. Stop dragging your feet and get a move on. Soul Shepherd." He stays though, "I ate the soul snatcher. Leave." He slowly peers at her, "For a bookkeeper to another, get move on. The pages you travel aren't any easier to the next pitiful soul." That is plenty for most to pose surrender. Bookkeepers are unique in the book section they keep. Her book is a specialist in beyond living realm creatures or something vague. So many chapters and titles, losing track of them is shrugged off and never revised.