You’d think a town filled with vampires, shifters and ghouls would be a little more eventful than this…” I sigh, slumping my head forward. The rickety desk wobbles precariously, forcing me to remove my weight.

“Well what did you expect, opening a detective agency here? Mallyne is in the middle of nowhere,” a deep voice replies. I turn to face the only window in the room. Perched atop of the sill is my companion - and recently employed assistant - Adonis.

“That’s the only reason I could afford this place!” I sigh heavily, slumping forward again.

A loud creak sounds followed by a BANG. I lie in a crumpled heap on the ground surrounded by pieces of splintered wood.

“Well, you know what they say…You buy cheap, you buy twice” Adonis purrs smugly, licking his paw.

“Shut it you!”

Slowly I stand up, brushing flecks of sawdust off my blouse. Jeez, _a blouse._ What have I become? I used to be cool, riding on the backs of Harley Davidson’s weaving in and out of cars in ripped shorts and a vest that barely covered anything at all. Now look at me. In a blouse, painfully sober and standing on top of a broken desk in the shabbiest building on this street.

“Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself. You’ll get a client soon.” Adonis slinks towards me, rubbing his body around my leg. I crouch and scratch behind his ear, moving my fingers below his chin.

“Or maybe you’ll come to your senses and start up a useful business instead - like a cafe!”

“Ugh!” I cry, stepping away from him. He could be such a meanie sometimes - I would never take his attitude if he was a person. And the name _Adonis…_ Come on - how arrogant do you need to be to call yourself that? But, somehow his cute fluffy exterior makes up for his unbearable personality.

“You just like Moria’s because she puts a charm on your milk which makes you irresistible to the female cats round here”

His small red tongue licks his lips, showing a flash of sharp fangs.

“You are wrong Dee, I don’t need a witch to help me in that department. I am a natural charmer!”

With that he leaps out of the open window. I hear soft paws land on the pavement outside and scurry to the left. Left alone, my thoughts start to race. This was supposed to be a fresh start. My own business: “_Daphne’s Detective Agenc_y”. A service that helps the supernatural with anything they might need in this small town.

I took a look at my surroundings. A broken desk, tattered carpet and peeling yellowed wallpaper stare back at me. Exhaling, I clamber out of the mess and head towards the door. Right now, I was the one in need and Moria’s cafe had exactly what I needed.

A hot, steaming mug of chai latte.