Yuki
You're almost there when you notice two figures, a man and a girl, sitting outside a cafe near your workplace. Now, all this supernatural world stuff is quite new to you, and as far as you can tell the man isn't particularly noteworthy. He's a monochrome figure wreathed in several layers of grey, which with his metallic visor and gauntlets hide all traces of the person beneath. Not exactly normal attire, but there's plenty of cosplayers here, fairly dedicated ones at that, and he isn't exactly casting spells or anything. The girl on the other hand, that's another matter. She looks young, very young, twelve years old maybe? She's dressed in a mage's outfit looking like something out of an RPG, the cloak and hat a deep purple matching her hair and eyes, and most importantly, she's smoking a cigar. You're pretty sure a little girls normally don't go around smoking cigars. As your draw closer you begin to hear snippets of their conversation through the noise around you.
"Lady behind me. Red dress. High heels."
"Dark rings under her eyes?"
"Maybe. Can't see."
"Well-to-do, single, thinks she cares about her appearance but is only just going through the motions, hasn't been sleeping well."
"Right-handed. Looks fit but hasn't exercised in a while. New arrival?"
"Ja. Girl heading towards us. White hair. Twintails."
"Energetic. Not too alert of her surroundings. Involved in theatre or the like - she's got her bag but not her uniform. She's looking our way."