Eve

❝ I never believed in this stuff before, you know? I mean, the world had its own monsters, they were just human, but they were the stuff of nightmares. Then one day, I’m walking through my living room and then I’m standing in the middle of the woods. ❞ Shaking his head in disbelief, Lax rubbed at his chin, still coming to terms with it. ❝ Thought they’d have thrown me back or something. Apparently they want a journalist to write their stories, keep the public image good or fearful or some shit. I don’t even know what I’m doing here. ❞     

“You’re special. They want to keep you, that means they see something in you. And they must have someone just as special for your soulmate!” Eve exclaimed. The entire situation was exactly the sort of thing she wanted, no longer happy with her boring existence. Thousands of years spent in absolute boredom, it was enough to make the smallest bit of earthly entertainment the highlight of her life. “You write stories? What have they given you so far?”