Raylyn glanced at Raijin and blushed, then looked to Marcus. â€œOf course, I have my room,â€ turning she glanced back at the Reaper to make sure he followed to the small hotel door that was labeled with 66. As her sneakers carried her to the door it didnâ€™t take her long to reach the door, her key already in her hand to unlock the green entrance. â€œI, wellâ€¦Something happened today, â€œ she spoke as she opened the door and held it open for the tall man.<br/><br/>â€œMy family lineage goes back all the way to Gypsies, and merchants in ancient Germany and even Greeceâ€¦â€ pausing she bit her lip as she opened her sketchbook to show him the lifelike portrait of Raijin. â€œToday I drew this of Raij, when he was playing, It just, well, came to me in a vision. I showed Raijin what I drew, and he was familiar with this image, he said that this was him at least 700 years ago, I think.â€ Raylyn lightly closed the book to rub her temples, she had other drawings in the book, of people, and seemingly older older versions of them, although unbeknownst to her they were supernaturals. She opened her emerald eyes to look at Death, â€œMarcus, is there a way you can find out if I am partâ€¦Ummâ€¦Supernatural? There has to be a reason behind all of this right?â€