Six billion. Six billion people, all in a huge jumble of location, childhood, personality, capabilities, and ideologies. Real interesting stuff, basically a world of dice just constantly, constantly rolling, cards always shuffling, possibility multiplying into infinity. Countless ways that a person’s life could play out. An incomprehensible number of possibilities, too many to even think of the chances that one person could become a certain person in a certain time with certain abilities and a certain personality. Of all the things a person could be, of the infinity of lives they could have had...they ended up as a pain in your ass.
Its raining outside, skies all gray, moods grayer. People wanna warm up inside, so they end up in those quaint little cafes, reading books, sipping coffee, the works. Pity the poor soul who has to walk through that downpour.
Seated a certain little table is a certain little Eunica Chambers. Well. Maybe not “little”. She did solve another case a few days ago, after all, and word travels quick. Only she knows how she feels about that. Fame, good or bad, meaningless or fantastic? An opinion, really.
Unfortunately, there is one important fact: People notice. All sorts of people.
He slides into the seat opposite her so quickly its like he just popped out of air, and yet, his words move quicker.
“Hey there, you Eunice Chambers? Don’t answer that, I already know, it was just a formality. Nice to meet you, I am Sinclair, Vice and Sin Extraordinaire, at your service.”
He slides a small business card her way. Verbal onslaught, wave two, and he just talks over anything Chambers might say.
“Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Why has this handsome man suddenly sat across from me, Eunice Chambers?” Well, it is precisely because you are Eunice Chambers, private paranormal investigator around these here parts.”
A pause. A smile never leaves his face. And not just the actual smile carved messily into his cheeks.
“Any reason you got into such a...interesting, line of work?”
