Chapter 1:M3
I sat in my dreary- smelling office, listing to the clock tick the hours away, one by one. Not a single client had answered my door today. This in fact, was surprising. This town was a cesspool of murder and hate, and it was not unusual to have multiple clients to come and beg for my help. But today was different. In case you don't know, my name is Terezi Pyrope, a detective of great experience. My job is to assist people who have been done wrong, and take care of their problems, even if it does mean getting my hands a little dirty.
I heard the door creak open, and I sat up in anticipation thinking that I finally had a client. But with further investigation I realized it was Chief Daniels, head of the police department. I had run into him a few times while working for clients, and sometimes those run-ins weren't so friendly. I had a reputation for serving up justice in less - than orthodox ways. "What's the situation, Chief?" I asked, hoping to be sent on a certain job that required my skills and talent. " Seems like we have a new partner for you to work with". He said.
Daniels stepped aside to reveal a rough - smelling and grumbling lad, about my age. His scent and attitude said " stay away, or you'll regret it". Despite his rough appearance, his sweet cherry- scented blood betrayed him as a hopeless romantic. Oh that blood. I had to do more than restrain myself from leaning over and try to get a taste of that sugary, cherry- cough syrup blood. "Why the fuck did you land me with this douchbag of a detective?!" Shouted the lad. Daniels ignores him and continues on. " He's terrible when it comes to doing simple police work. We thought maybe you teach him a thing or two about law enforcement." I take a hard look at him. " I guess it's worth a try." But at that time I had no idea what I was getting into.
