A crime scene was all it took to bring a special sort of woman into the world. A man lay dead on top of a car, the hood and roof dented from impact. In his hand he held a rosary, cold and now broken. A police officer looked at the body and sighed. They believed it was suicide but someone knew differently. A woman sighed as she put her hands on her hips and scratched her head. A man came up to her. "Ma'am I think we need...."<br/>"No! We don't need that freak around our crime scene again..." She cut him off before he could answer.<br/><br/>All the while, from the alleyway close by, a woman with black short and messy hair stared at the crime scene. She wore a long black pea coat and a blue scarf. Her pants were black and she wore heels. Her eyes were blue and serious as she analyzed everything about the scene. With one look she knew everything.