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Tanja Broom woke up in her bedroom, having kicked off the blankets while she was asleep and pushed the sheets onto the floor. She opened one eye as her alarm went off and stretched her arms high above her head. "Time to get up," she said to convince herself not to just roll over and resume her dreams. She sat up suddenly and stepped out of bed, sauntering towards the bathroom and stepping into the shower. After cleaning up she steps out to look at herself in the mirror, "Kittie Kittie, Glimmer-Glamour," she chants her mantra and her hair fixes itself to her liking, her lips add a faint peach color, her mascara and eye shadow appear done, and her skin suddenly looks softer and healthier. "Now, what to wear?" she said to herself as she walked to her closet and started pulling out clothes. After a few outfit changes she finally settled one one that she felt would compliment her look, and she turned to grab her katana from the wall. She longed to find a partner so that her weapon could be made of more than just steel and wrappings. Yet for now this blade would work for her, and what it lacked, her own magic could make up for.

Tanja stepped outside and started walking towards the DWMA, activating her Soul Protect before she was outside of the warded door to her home. Lord Death had given her permission to live inside of death city. Much like her fellow witch, Kim Diehl, she would be allowed to operate within the DWMA because her loyalties lied with Lord Death. She walked quickly towards the Academy, eager to meet new people.