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“I need a chair,” moans out of a sea of cardboard boxes, packing paper, and peanuts a young looking woman. “The age of nanotech and I’ve been stuck in a either a sea of paperwork or a sea of brown,” Viola scans over the field of boxes again over to collapse backwards. “Could be worse. Guess I’ve been lucky so far. Right, dad?” she wonders looking at the ceiling. Not even half a year, barely six months Viola’s last family died in what the police are calling a suspicious incident. All her father’s friends are more than willing to take Viola in because of her poor health but the more they keep repeating it the more it makes Viola want to handle it on her own. This might be the place her family lived the longest time but the family moved a lot before. It seem like something she should be able to handle. She just needs a plan. A single slender looking blonde female with stripe of purple hair should have no trouble moving an almost ten hour drive away. If you believe that Viola has a