After a week of training in Starcrest Academy, we were divided into groups of three and given missions in different towns and cities all over the Eastern continent.
I was grouped with Ava Peng and Cecilia Slatemark.
"Serial murders in a small town, huh?" I scrolled through the mission details on my phone.
"Mm, sounds fun," Cecilia murmured, her head resting comfortably on my shoulder. She'd been using me as a pillow for the past hour of our drive, not that I was complaining. The familiar scent of her perfume—jasmine with a hint of something darker—was distracting in the best possible way.
