"Monster High, of all places..." I didn't abhor the hustle and bustle- I lived in the city, after all, but dealing with high schoolers was usually beyond my pay grade. They had teachers for that, didn't they? I did my best not to get mixed up with royalty, now- the crown is heavier on the ones around it than below it. And with how close this case was taking me, I could feel the ache working through my skull.

"The worst thing about these jobs where the client undersells the actual problem is that I always end up exposing some dirty business, the dirty business decides that I'm trouble, and I end up beat half to death in a back alley, and my client skips town without paying my whole fee."

If she chooses chips she will have to decide what flavor, neverending cycle

My cigarette burns, untouched by my lips. Its smoke curls like a barely remembered dream, up into the night sky. I ponder the particulars of the case. It's peculiar. It's very clearly a werewolf attack, but it doesn't feel right. Most werewolves are mad when they attack people, insane with the overwhelming pain and instincts of the transformation.

But these kidnappings are precise. Calculated. Either an old werewolf or someone who knows how to control one. But what could the purpose of kidnapping these very specific people be? There's no immediate thread connecting all of them together.

she will just keep showing her pictures of him while ugly laughing