Vampires, werewolves, ghost, spectres, wraiths, banshees, goblins, ghouls, poltergeists, mages... society thinks they're myths, but many know the truth, many because they<em>are</em>one of these 'mythological' creatures.  Dark corners, shadows, the dead of night... in the darkness of the world these creatures live and thrive, their secret societies well constructed behind veils and closed doors within our own.  Among these is a woman, newly Awakened to the world around her, a world where reality is not as structured as one things, where everything from physics and life to luck and even time and space are little more than a static collective unconscious of those asleep in their minds, heads, spirits, and souls...<br/><br/>And speaking of 'waking,' the young woman finds herself waking after she is tossed onto the floor, having been forcefully dragged out of the bed her mentor was allowing her to use.  She was dragged out by a small Korean-descent woman she knew, Seung Myeong Yu, the assistant to her magical mentor, her hair pulled tight into a bun showing off all of her lovely attractive face, her pantsuit with tie giving her a masculine sort of dress and a very bodyguard-ish look, fitting since that was essentially part of her job description.  That, and it was clear she was<em>not</em>pleased... not one bit...<br/><br/>"You are<em>late</em>!  Again!" she said, her accent clearly a north Boston one "Third day in a row you slacker!  Get up, shower, dress, and get in there and talk to Miss Norris.  You do<em>not</em>want me to come back here and drag you in there."<br/><br/>And with that she turned heel and marched herself out of the woman's small room with an adjoining bathroom, early morning light seeping in through her window as it gave a view of the beach before them, the ocean's ebb and flow clear even in the dawn...