Her parents knew she was different. Her father was a doctor, her mother was his nurse. They both ran their own sanatorium where they took care of those who were mentally ill. Calla grew up around this, their patients were always gentle with her. It was more of a rest home than a hospital. It was what led her to take an interest in psychiatry. Calla wanted to be a doctor though not a nurse. Her father encouraged her even though he knew that her mind worked a bit differently. She would often say that she saw things that were not there or said things people had never told her. It was clear that Calla had her own illness but it didn't matter. Her father would find a way that she could function in normal society. When she grew into what the time was considered maturity, he started to feed her different medicines. It took a while but finally, they got her visions under control but it opened the door for other things. There were sounds now. She would call these her spirits. The spirits would tell her who needed her. They needed her to heal them, to *fix* them. It took her all she had to try to be able to tell the difference between what was her illness and what was reality. She tried though she really did try. She tried to remember to take the cocktails that her father made for her. Sometimes it got worse, sometimes it got better. With all she had experienced and the schooling to back it, she was able to treat others. give them hope as well, if she could do it, they could too. The first hit to her already fragile psyche was the death of her father. While he had a healthy mind he never told her or her mother that his body was being eaten away. They could barely look at him when he was already put on the ground. Hardly but Calla still did. She could swear that she saw his spirit hanging around his body and then walking towards her. Now he was her guide in the afterlife. This was when she realized that she collected spirits (not really), her mother was next to go and her spirit joined the now dozen of those that followed her. While they had moved to the States because of some accusations of unauthorized experiments, it got worse while living in a new country. When her parents became her guides, it was over. The spirits told her who needed her help, she would bring them to her home and *fix* them. The procedures sometimes would take weeks or even months then they would join the cast of Guides now following her. Calla met a girl named Agusta. The spirits told her this was someone who needed Calla to *fix* her. Agusta sat in the home she had been left. She started to talk to her. "You will be well. I promise." "No nothing will ever be well again." Next thing she knew she woke up but her heart had stopped beating. Calla haunted the alleyways, looking for new souls when a man caught her attention. He too had her particularities and they enjoyed seeing what ways they could bring soundness of mind to those who needed it. She told her he loved her. But then the voices, the voices screamed at her whenever she was near. He was not a good person, he was not really trying to help her. Calla tried, tried to send him away but he comes back every once in a while, and the house screams. The guides are just whispers now so she can go out. Maybe she can find a new project to work on while out and about.