The sun pours in through the window of Melody Malone's office, casting a glare against the wall, the dust visible in the harsh light. Behind her desk, and dressed to the nines, sits the detective herself, ready for another day's work, another mystery to solve. There's always some poor sap that needs her help. But today? The poor sap in question is already in her office, sitting in the chair opposite her, sharply dressed in a crisp suit that was never meant for him.
He starts, looking around as though he doesn't know where he is. And in a way, he doesn't.
It's happened again, and he glances down, looking at the clothes he now wears, all sharp suit and slicked back hair that he doesn't remember doing. Clothes he doesn't remember dressing in. His eyes lift, a little wide as they look towards her. How did they get here? The last thing he remembers is the clutch in his hearts as he lay on her sofa, the moment she bit him goodnight. The lamp went off and next? He's here.
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The sun pours in through the window of Melody Malone's office, casting a glare against the wall, the dust visible in the harsh light. Behind her desk, and dressed to the nines, sits the detective herself, ready for another day's work, another mystery to solve. There's always some poor sap that needs her help. But today? The poor sap in question is already in her office, sitting in the chair opposite her, sharply dressed in a crisp suit that was never meant for him.
He starts, looking around as though he doesn't know where he is. And in a way, he doesn't.
It's happened again, and he glances down, looking at the clothes he now wears, all sharp suit and slicked back hair that he doesn't remember doing. Clothes he doesn't remember dressing in. His eyes lift, a little wide as they look towards her. How did they get here? The last thing he remembers is the clutch in his hearts as he lay on her sofa, the moment she bit him goodnight. The lamp went off and next? He's here.