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The sudden sound and rushed movement of the passing night train rocked below the detective's cheap office suite, causing the passed out Amelia Watson to jolt up from her messy desk.
Brushing the back of her tattered hair, Amelia squints at the golden pocket watch laying next to her. It was late in the evening, time to wrap up today's non eventful quota.
The detective grunts, proceeding to collect the miscellaneous amounts of paperwork and shelving them inside her busted old filing cabinet. It crunches a terrible sound as Amelia tries to pry it open, only for it to get stuck midway.
Amelia attempts to shimmy the shelve shut, being ever so stubborn.
The detective opted for the easiest solution when it comes to dealing with mild everyday nuances, kicking the crap out of it until the shelves shut properly.
While enduring the pain sprouting from her shin, Amelia was able to close the tattered light cabinet shelf, somewhat unevenly shut.
It was good enough, the detective thought, she’ll have to toss the damn thing away in the dumpster anyway the following week.
Throwing on her cap and coat, Amelia exits outside the building and into the city's foggy sidewalk.
The detective makes her way down south central, passing by a busy intersection.
The ambient noise of the city disrupts the calming silence Amelia was looking forward to hearing at night.
The lamp post lights are dimly painted throughout the corners of each street block, illuminating the path home to Amelia's apartment complex.
Along the way, the detective passes the many closed thrift shops that linger right next to her. One of them caught Amelia's attention.
Viewing behind the glass window, Amelia sees the many antique trinkets the store had to offer. Old decorative home sets, picture frame sets, antique dolls, music box sets, cups and silverware, sets of old grandfather clocks, one singular gramophone player catches all of the detective's interests. Amelia starts to feel her fascination with the past festering within, it's hard to contain.
She hopes one day, she’ll have more time to browse the store's peculiar catalog.
All good things have to come to an end as Amelia backs away from the store's glass display, resuming her way back home in bitter silence.
Within a few steps, Amelia makes her way from the stairs of her apartment door.
Grabbing the keys from her coat, Amelia unlocks the door handle and twits it open.
The detective was greeted by the same lifeless atmosphere her apartment offered.
Amelia enters inside, taking off her brown loafers and sliding them inside the shoe rack.
She then flips the light switch leading to the kitchen area. For some reason, the detective looks at her own oven, wondering if it was on prior to her leaving to work.
Making her way past the fridge, Amelia pauses in place.
She squints her eyes tightly, peering through the dark living room.
Something was off, the detective can’t quite figure out why.
But she senses somebody's presence nearby.
Amelia, now having her guard up, pulls out her smith and weston from under the kitchen table, entering through the quiet living room.
The floor occasionally creaks underneath Amelia's footsteps, as she quietly sneaks her way to the presence she feels behind the living room couch.
With no hesitation, Amelia quickly swings the weapon in action, pointing at the culprit in question.
Within a second, Amelia could have sworn she saw a quip of a certain shark's tail that dragged itself behind the couches rest arms.
Before Amelia could react however, the lights to the living room have turned on, blinding the detective.
“Suprise!” the detective heard across from her.
Amelia takes a glance at the friends she hadn’t seen in a while. Calli was holding a bottle of sparkling wine and glass in hand, Kiara holding a smoked cooked turkey, while Ina was holding a platter of tree and starshaped cookies.
The three girls watch the detective absolutely starstruck.
The fresh smell of home cooked meals radiates the room, it distracts Amelia from who was approaching behind her.
The detective feels the abrupt heavy weight on her shoulders being pulled halfway to the carpet.
Amelia looked at the familiar face that grinned right back at her with a full set of sharp teeth.
“Merry Christmas, Defecto detecto!” Gura playfully stated.
Amelia couldn’t help but smile at the kind gesture.
Amelia tries her best to move upright, Gura’s arms dragged with her from the hip.
The detective was delighted to see the gang coming together.
Her apartment room once empty is now revived back to life.
Amelia and her group of friends are celebrating the holidays once again.
The strong bonds of Myth are inseparable.
Myth Forever.