Celeste
It was early afternoon when I arrived home and I collapsed onto my bed, allowing myself to drift into a light sleep. It can't have been more than a few hours later that I was awoken by a loud knocking. With a groan, I dragged myself out of bed and stumbled down the stairs. The knocking came again.
"Alright," I called, "I'm coming." Finally I reached the door and pulled it open. I was knocked aside as a man and a woman entered, bearing a stretcher between them. I stared at the corpse they laid before me and then looked up. The woman was tall with long, brown hair, dark brown eyes and a huge variety of weapons. Her face was vaguely familiar and then it hit me. I'd seen her follow the Hunter earlier that day. Slowly I turned to the man and looked up to find two grey eyes staring back at me and a mechanical arm holding out a pile of bills.
"I don't heal the dead," I told the hunter.
"I don't expect you to," He replied. "This man is immortal and it took all our strength just to knock him out. I want you to wake him up so we can question him."
"That makes no sense," I noted, examining the body. True enough, my magic contradicted my eyes, telling me that this man was not yet dead.
"We don't just want you to wake him up," The woman admitted, "We want you to wake his head and mind but leave the body so that he can't move."
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