Daisy, Daisy, Tell Me an Answer...
@bewitchingxdaisy
Nathaniel watched the sidewalk out of the corner of his eye, sipping a cup of coffee at a cafe table as he ran through the various tidbits of information that had led him here—two suicides, seemingly unrelated except for a few of the strange words in the notes left behind. Rumors of cryptid sightings or people casting spells on others. An increase in murders, particularly in this section of town, around this time—
He stiffened as he saw a young woman, looking to be in her early twenties, walking down the otherwise empty street. Muttering a few imprecations under his breath, he stood and made his way outside after leaving some money on the table.
“Excuse me, miss?” he said as he approached the young woman. “Are you looking for someone?”
((Lemme know if you want me to tweak or even rewrite anything in this. I don’t have anything super specific as to the overarching plot they’re both getting sucked into—I figure I’ll flesh that after we figure out the details of what roped her in—so feel free to make up anything for what led her down the avenue of investigation. And feel free to ping me if you want to plot/etc.))
