Zoe stood on the side walk of the busy city, looking at an open manila folder. A cool autumn breeze rustled her short brown hair. She shifted slightly, turning her back to the wind. Her green eyes scanned over the information. There were only a few papers clipped inside. A photo of a young man was in the upper right corner with his name and mundane information typed in a stiff, professional font to the left. A few observations about his daily life were noted below. She stood in front of a shooting range which he was known to visit. "Daniel Asano." She whispered to herself. "Looks like you might not need a fire arm." The folder came from the Universal Council of Magic and Magic Users, an organization to keep supernatural happenings on the down low. Zoe didn't particularly like hunting down people who possessed the gift, but it was better than sitting at a desk all day, pushing their mundane papers. She sighed, thinking of the report she would have to file when she found Mr. Asano. The papers in her folder did not mention his personality or how the gift manifested. She hoped it went better than her last case which burned down an old building like a marshmallow in a campfire.