#cs2017

“Often so blind to the world you were thrust upon. To be honest, it would be wise to make yourself useful...rather than be a pest among the world like a tick to the back of the beast.”

You find your time at the headquarters was often quiet and uneventful, unlike the very few instances of heading out into the field with your much more experienced colleagues. During a night shift you took your rounds after doing some paperwork, finding yourself stopping at a large portrait that hung in one of the corridors.

The figure you see has a presence most ethereal, strong in their posture and with an intensity held in their rather peculiar eyes. There is no distinction as to who this is, or what artist may have been commissioned for it. You sense a feeling of calm yet uncertainty in your heart staring at it. Staring into those eyes.

The only thing you see along with the large painting, is a small brass plaque that says:

𝓾𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓭𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓼

A strange piece of parchment lies before you. A series of poetic phrases lie upon ancient, delicate paper. Some letters written in a peculiar red ink.

CS ARCHIVES

“The Siblings”