To the casual observer, McKenna Fletcher often went unnoticed, becoming just another quiet piece of the scene. If asked, most would describe her as pretty, but not striking; straight auburn hair hung nearly to her waist, and she let it hang loose, often covering part of her lightly freckled face. She had a soft, rosy complexion and rarely gave more than a small smile to anyone other than her younger sister, Emmy.

On this particular morning, she wore a light purple sweater and blue jeans over her lithe figure, legs pulled up next to her on the plush green chair in the corner of the library. Though quite athletic, she wasn’t often seen doing anything but sketching in a large notebook, wide brown eyes seeing far beyond the surface of the paper.

At some point, she gave a gentle sigh and stood, hugging her sketchbook close to her chest. She walked over to the nearby window, a slight limp in her step, and simply stood there, gazing at a young family playing together at a park a floor below where she stood.