A portly woman walks up to you during your daily activites. She's dressed in a plain blouse, and wearing a simple skirt and a lavish scarf in matching colorful (and busy) patterns. She's not terribly attractive or fit, but her swift, deep eyes seem to pierce even the deepest bowels of your secrets. She squints, wrinkling her face tightly, as she scribbles on her notepad. She exchanges her pencil to her left hand and offers her graphite-stained right hand for a shake.
- Writes for the Ghostwatch.
- Interviewed everyone about the events of the Longest Night.