golden rays of sunlight stream through the windows, soft drafts of wind make the curtains flutter in its wake. nevermore has never been more peaceful - no murders, no deaths, and no secret mysteries…for now.

it’s a sunday morning. most students haven’t woken up yet, likely having stayed up into the early hours of the morning the night prior. wednesday, as ever, is the exception.

she, shockingly, allowed herself an hour lie in. even now, she’s not as rigid with her schedule, only laying on her bed to read a book.

she has gotten softer recently, whether she’s been worn down by the constant threat of death, the endless cases to crack, or simply by the discovery of friends…she’s soft.