Jane Ramsey curled her fingers together, hands clasped in her lap. She was still adjusting to being brought back. Alive again, in a sense. She was made of the same flesh as before, a woman in her early thirties still too young to have died. Her hair was held back, honey brown in color, and her eyes were earthy. Right now they hid her feelings well. She was uneasy. Made more nervous by the fact she was speaking to some strange imp. Not something she would have believed to be real in her past life. It grinned with crooked teeth and fangs curled over the corners of its mouth. Its stocky body perpetually hunched with leathery wings folded to its back. It was preoccupied with the files in its hands only scratching one of its horns in thought now and then. "Your end was unfortunate." He tapped a claw on a page. "So soon. But it was a good life wasn't it? For the deal you struck? Health money and success? You should have haggled the price though. Eternity in servitude to the deceased is a long time." Jane's hands tightened and her posture stiffened. She didn't want to be here. She didn't remember ever making this pact. She must have been young when she was targeted for the job. But the strange white room held no doors. Not now. They appeared whenever she was meant to come or go. Leading to and from this strange dimension between death and the living world. How it worked was beyond her. She wasn't aware if it was the organization that controlled the doors or if she had any power to summon a threshold. She doubted she could because she deeply desired to escape right now. "How has your training been going as a Tracker?" The imp must have picked up on her anger and wanted to change the subject. Her cheeks did feel flushed. Partly of embarrassment for that dumb contract. "Fine." She breathed in a sigh. Tracker. That was only one of the words used to describe her new position. Depending on who you were speaking to in the organization they called it something different. Hunters, Guides, Ghost Ushers, but Tracker seemed to be the most common name. Jane rose a hand demonstrating a skill she had been learning. Being brought back came with some strange changes to her physiology. The tips of her fingers became transparent and then disappeared, soon followed by her hand and forearm. If she focused hard enough she could have vanished all together. She allowed herself to solidify once again. "Very good." The imp clapped its hands together and dropped its papers onto the single desk in the otherwise empty room. "Good to know you are catching on quick!" It winked at her and she could only grimace at the ugly creature. "because we are going to start you on your first mission. Nothing better than learning on the job." "Wait!" Jane was quick to her feet. "You are going to send me out on my own? Already? I still want to talk to someone about this. An authority. I think its a mistake I was brought here in the first place." The imp moved behind the desk dropped into its chair. It began to smile that gnarled smile again as it brought the tips of its fingers together, surveying the woman. "No it is not a mistake. Even if I wanted to I could not break this contract. It is more than just paper." It tilted its head. "And you are not going alone. I think we should bring your new partner in."