Thoughts and Coffee

Nova sat holding her coffee and staring out the window, she was taking a break. She needed to get out of the work building and the stress going on there. Her work was really a society, one that had been around for a very long time. Humans that kept the supernatural world in check, because a lot of the supernatural world liked to hunt humans. Her family had been killed by a nonhuman, she'd been lucky to survive. 

After that Nova hadn't had anywhere to go and the society had taken her in. They always needed new blood in a word. Some people she worked with had abilities and talents, not a lot of them. It was very rare to be psychic, apparently a skill that was starting to be lost. Sounded like in their history they used to have more with talent and ability to use magic. Which would be nice in this case she was working, magic. Looked like that was what had been used to contain him.