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She sat on the steps with an aesthetic book on her lap. She seemed to stare at nothingness. That's when it happened, he saw her. Her eyes seemed to be seeping into someones soul, trying to cleanse it. He laughed, and thought "How can someone clean a soul?" Pragmatic was his middle name. He didn't care. But there was something unsettling about this girl sitting on the steps, eyes as deep as the ocean, trying to reach a soul. He was mesmerised, but at the same time, his pragmatical self intruded, and he shrugged it off. The next day, he saw her again. This time he noticed her even more carefully. Glimmer in her eyes, and wonder on her face. She turned to him and smiled. But, he didn't smile back. He just turned his head away. Why did he feel intimidated? He turned back to see her, but she was gone. That night he thought of her. She was so peculiar. "Could she be one of Miss Peregrine's peculiar children?" he laughed. He was so intimidated by ...