The hand mirror was as black as the void and fit neatly into the palm of Melissa’s hand. Her fingers flexed around it, squeezing it questioningly as if she was hoping the touch would tell her anything. Melissa had no idea what the mirror did, she just knew it was rare - a high ticket item. Her mother had actually made a big deal of bringing this particular artifact into their home, locking it in her step-father’s study proudly and slamming the door with a satisfied smirk. The key wasn’t hidden from her, so replacing it with a simple circle of black glass was nothing.
Melissa needed something enticing anyway if she was going to have any leverage when meeting this new human on the scene. Slipping the mirror into her bag, she started to approach the storefront that was surprisingly hard to find. A human dealing in cursed items, it was rare enough to be considered an oddity, just like Melissa was when she first set up shop. There were whispers that easily made their way to Melissa, but nothing solid enough for her until she started putting in the work, getting her boots on the ground. It was curiosity and kinship that drove her to deal with this human, who like her was entrenched in the world of the supernatural, trying to work with them.
The door creaked when she opened it, announcing her presence in the storefront. Not that she was trying to hide it. She took in the shop, eyes calculating and curious before they were turned onto the proprietor. The human herself. Melissa broke into a satisfied grin. “I’m your three o’clock.”
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