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[So let's say there was a job. A particularly nasty exorcism job. Demons, ghosts, poltergeists and a possessed rubber ducky. She's still not entirely sure what the fuck was up with the last one, there.

But, the jobs done. It went, however, fairly badly, and the people overhead lost all contact with the agent about an hour after it was reported complete. Said agent was badly injured by the mess, and attempts to find her have not proven successful.

So, 14 hours later, there's a knock on Xanti's door. Let's hope he's home!]