Trick or Treat
It was the midweek, the halfway point, but unlike most of the human race, Mireya Dunn wasn't suffering. She didn't have overwhelming relief just because it was Wednesday, although maybe that was because her new working schedule did not conclude on a 'TGIF' moment. She was a Yale biology graduate, living 'dat' life up in a bigger town of Connecticut at the zoo and aquarium. It was her dream postgraduate placement, and Mireya was as sunny as she ever was.
Of course, she was also tired. The hours were long, and Mireya was not the type of person to turn them down when offered extra. The paycheck was nice enough to have a rather lovely apartment in a scruffy block. Sure, the outside was rather dreadful and the area scared some people, but New Haven had done the same thing to many a college student, and nothing bad had happened to her there. The twenty-one year old was a swift runner and could pack a good punch. Maybe it was a naïve outlook, but one couldn't go through life being afraid.
It was evening when her satisfying work day had come to an end, and the far-from-ordinary human closed the door behind her. Sneakers on the rack and uniform in the wash, Mireya unpacked a few other things. The apartment had a bit of clutter, but nothing alarming for a youth's abode. Flowers were in vases, the window only closed upon entry so that the setting was fresh. The young lady herself wasn't even that remarkable, wavy platinum hair still worn in its practical ponytail and make-up fairly plain. Mireya's fashion was inconsistent and more about comfort: a sweater dress with stripes in differing shades of blue and leggings beneath, the sleeves of the first item only reaching the elbow. She felt cold easily, and fall was certainly approaching.
To any other human, Mireya was as normal as she came. To the looming supernatural, she was a beacon of power-- of Chaos concealed in the body of a bright, bubbly mortal who thought that what went bump in the night was 'real' for only one month of the year. She was wrong.
