The first drops of the storm to come, descended from the sky in plump drops, clashing strongly against Detective Black’s office windows. Files sprawled across his desk, pictures with all kinds of annotations next to them, red threads bringing a plethora of documents together against the large cork board. Hands clasped together, his fingers stained by ink, a reminder of all the hours spent on this particular case.

A child had gone missing. It wasn’t like Mr. Black was a kind soul who only wished to assist the parents of said little girl—but unravelling the mysteries of a serial child abductor would do greatly for his career. A hint of sympathy; just the boost he needed to become the number one most solicited detective in all of London.

Despite his habits, he was not alone. Recently, he had taken it upon himself to go and find an assistant. Someone who could deal with all the dull paperwork and organizing while he focused on ‘the real job at hand’.

A pretty, young face—maybe about two years younger than him. With long hair, and perfectly tailored clothes. A gentle smile that hid all you were capable of. Only five hours in, and Regulus already found himself wanting to decipher you. A woman that so clearly concealed countless secrets behind the identity of a mere secretary.

His gaze was torn away from his papers at the sound of soft footsteps, his eyebrows softening ever-so-slightly. Regulus let out a hum of acknowledgement as he nodded your way. “Have you brought the files I asked for?” He inquired, signalling with his arm towards the seat in front of him.