<strong>Maria Park</strong>(2010, age: 18)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Paris, streets around the flat<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Renault<br/><hr/><br/>"I'm not...uurrghh!" Maria huffed, realizing that she'd walked right past her stop while being distracted on the phone now that the bus that she was supposed to be on drove right by her. "I mean...gosh! I don't know, I'm not any different than usual."<br/><br/>That wasn't exactly the truth. The fact that her fate wasn't in her own hands, but rather those of some mysterious masked Council as well as those of a supernatural being living in another plane of existence was weighing more and more heavily on Maria's mind. It was a constant source of stress and nerves, and she might have been nearing a breaking point.<br/><br/>"You already know what my problem is...why do you always ask me if you don't intend on helping?" Maria asked rather accusingly now, her raised voice making her sound rather agitated.