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The year was 1982 and the two figures were arguing on the sunset bathed rooftop. "Why are we up here again, Rose?" The man asked adjusting his golden mask. "Because, Light Beam, this is supposed to be The Iris Clan's new headquarters and we need to stop them." The girl replied straightening the orange jacket and red fingerless gloves over her black spandex suit, "And why do I have to call you 'Light Beam,' but instead of 'Black Rose,' you get to just call me Rose!?" "Because I'm older than you," Light Beam grinned at her under his mouth covering mask. "Ugh you use that for everything! Seriously use something new for a change," Black Rose groaned folding her arms over the white rose emblem on her chest. That's when the man she had been tracking for a week walked to the building. "So how can we be certain that this is the place? I mean the dude looks fairly normal." Light Beam crouched, and squinted, trying to get a better look at the man before he entered the building. "Oh like we

Olivia, Olive, Black. A woman that servers as a near perfect mirror for what Dee Dee's life could have been. Olivia was born in Colorado, Estes Parkto be exact. In the shadow of The Stanley Hotel. As such the young girl was always into the more paranormal things in life, much to the embarrassment of her parents, the harassment of her classmates, and pretty much anyone that weren't the spirits of the dearly departed that she could either pick up the voices of on her recording devices or via her Ouija board. Thanks to this being her primary means of social interaction the young girl developed a set of skills perfectly suited for an amateur ghost hunter. Including but not limited to, being quiet, researching people and things, insomnia, ability to navigate woods, caves, and decrepit homes. She also gained great skills in the breaking and entering department. One morning, after her insomnia wore off and she fell asleep in one of the buildings was exploring. The cops arrived, and arrested