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Josef swept up yet another student's meal crumbs as he prepared for his shift to end. Despite all the signs insisting no food or drink would be brought into the library, there was to be no end to the number of food remains left behind- empty instant noodle containers, chip wrappers, coffee cups, empty monster cans, you name it. It was fine to Josef: his job was not to question the messes presented before him, only to clean them up. Much like his [i][b]other[/b][/i] obligation in life. Working as a janitor was the last thing Josef really expected to do with his life, but it was strangely calming. The work was menial, but predictable, just the way he liked it. Simple, humble work. Perhaps if he had moved over to America with his father, Josef would have found himself working as a janitor for the rest of his life. Perhaps he would have also gotten a chance to talk to his father all these years.

But what was done was done, and there was little reason to ponder about what could have been. For now, his shift was over, and he walked into the janitorial room, dropping off his cleaning supplies and key ring for the next shift to pick up. Besides, Josef had a meeting to attend with Holy Saviors tonight; Xavier had said something about the Holy Saviors perhaps making a move on some witch coven that he had some obsession against. Then again, the leader of the Holy Saviors always had some strange obsession with witches. Back home, in Northern Macedonia, all sinners were viewed the same, whether they be a witch, vampire, or werewolf. These strange Western Christians seemed to only want witches dead, something Josef would have to bring up at a later meeting, perhaps when he had more rapport with the other members of the Holy Saviors. Perhaps he'd talk to his friend, Valentin, about the situation. At the very least the old veteran could fill him in on any supernatural elements that operated in Ember Grove.

As Josef was walking out of the library, he recognized a familiar face. Melanie? Melina? Melody? Josef honestly didn't remember her name, but he always saw her editing some photos at the library up until closing, and there was hardly a time when he saw her doing anything else. A dedicated student indeed. Josef walked up to her workstation and gently knocked on the wooden surface to get her attention.

[color=0054a6]"Library's about to close, my friend- But I'm sure you know that by now, with all the times I've had to tell you in the past week. Come on. You can be a famous photographer and go home and rest once in a while, no?"[/color]