You, Ira, arrive in Mystic Falls in search of a beacon of magic you've been drawn to when the sky turned red in Spring of 2029. You trace the source to the Mystic Grill, and see a girl drinking a peanut butter blast with the whipped cream on the bottom sitting at a booth by herself. Feeling your presence, she looks up, her eyes locking on yours. You walk to her and see she's not human, you can sense her power. You clear your throat. "Let me guess, related to Ken?" She asks, eyebrows raised.
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