---

"Well, I suppose I'll start then," Leonardo said, before turning to the rest of the group, "I already know a decent bit of your backgrounds, so it's only fair I tell you a bit of myself. Especially since we didn't get to talk much during your interviews outside of the interview itself."

Leonardo took a seat in one of the stools near the bar, before turning around so he was facing the table the group was sitting on.

"My name is Leonardo Animusphere Fidano. As you can probably surmise from my middle name, my family is one of the branch families of the Astromancy Department's Animusphere family in the Clock Tower. I only have minimal contact with them, though. The crest went to my younger sister, so don't expect much on that front. Of course, because of my family, as you can imagine, my magecraft is mostly based on astromancy."

MiMi TucknShine

“I’d be glad to go next.” MiMi Said smoothly.

My name is MiMi TucknShine, owner of Clues, Brooze & Costume Shoes Private Investigations. When I’m not working a case, you’ll usually find me supporting the city’s restaurant scene and art venues places that have become a second home through the community I’ve built.

I’m also a singer, often invited to perform in these restaurants and playhouses, and I stay closely connected to my supporters through social media, where I share updates, appearances, and projects with an engaged online following.

As for my magecraft I will keep it brief, it’s rooted in costume and identity: the art of shaping who I am through what I wear, refining presence into persona with every deliberate choice.

---

"I suppose it's now my turn, you may call me Richard, Richard Norton." The brown haired teen spoke with a smile on his face face as he looked at everyone's faces and commit it to his memory.

"Admittedly, I don't have much experience when it comes to being detective but I've been a bodyguard since I was young. Served a lot of masters with a spear until I decided to go here." Richard spoke in a professional tone as he tapped his pen, revealing Tsukisasu in its true form before turning it back into a pen.

"I also have some experience with making boluses but that's more of a hobby. The best analogy in my head would be I am a homecook if the actual practitioners are chefs in a restaurant complete with degrees and training.

“My name is Selene Nightshade Morgrave
I am the ninth generation crestholder of the family of Morgrave
My family and by extension , me specializes in tracking infiltration and killing phantasmal & mages”

“As of a year ago I was granted the rank Cause however as of 6 months ago I had to part from the Clock tower do twelve a i rejection of public america proposal from one Alaric Gaiuslink”

“Due to this event my family's familiar was confiscated and I intend to resources with the help of sir animusphere”

Before Selene could continue with her introduction Keith hand it over the Strawberry Shortcake She asked for

Selene Completely stop talking
For the simple reason that Strawberry Shortcake is her favorite meal not only does She like to taste she has several memories connected to a woman in all white

Selene ruminating on such memories to everyone else despite her face not changing one bit while eating the cake everyone can tell her mood is drastically improved

With the arrival of their boss, their leader, their Lord in these coming days, Winnifred stood up at attention like the Queen of England had just stepped into the room. So at attention, in fact, that rather than hide her companion piece she brought it out for him to see in clear view of all - a heavy sledgehammer, its handle largely wrapped in duct tape, nails at one end and a general sense of being poorly cleaned. Still has some brown on it.

Introductions. This was something she had prepared for. She knew it was going to come up at some point, even if she had sort of already introduced herself it was mostly just to the Fed over there.

Thus, once she waited for some others to speak, she made her debut into the world of the fantastical.

"My name is Winnifred Pylypyshyn. I'm 26 and a Scorpio. My previous work experience includes the Barnes & Noble at Lloyd's Center in Portland. I have never killed anyone."

This seemed like enough, so she continued to stare directly into Leonardo's eyes like he owed her money.

---

Derald lights a smoke and flicks its ash against an astray. He was all ears about the introductions of the others. Quite an interesting background they have; he felt that he was in the presence of accomplished mages who were really into that occult stuff.

A legitimate relative of D’ famous Animusphere, huh? I thought it was just a code name or something when I first applied and moved to this side of the States. I never thought I would ever meet one of the founding mages of astronomy. His story checks out since he’s British. He mumbled and thought to himself while looking at his new boss.

“Right, before I divulge any information about myself, are you sure you all won’t narc? I wouldn’t want to get in trouble with the local authorities. I feel like that broad gentleman over there has some law enforcement background written all over him.” Derald said, addressing Sunny.

“As much as I hate redundancy, allow me formally reintroduce myself for the sake of building trust with the people I’m working with. My name is Derald. I’m a dropout clocktower student and a mediocre mage at best. I find myself on a different path and pursue my career as an underground entrepreneur,” The young mafioso said, coughing out smoke and waving his hand.

“My magecraft is mostly based on poison and deception; it is inferior compared to other elite mages, but nevertheless, it gets the job done without the fancy stuff. You can use me as an informant and off the books task like spying and such.” He said

“Also, I can provide networks, information, and supplies if you need any, just hook me up ..on one condition: you didn’t hear it from me. “Derald winked.

"Well, I love me a good nature documentary," Sunny opined in response to Winnifred in his usual soft-spoken way, scratching at the stubble on his cheek with a relaxed smile. "'Fraid I ain't as big a movie buff as yourself, though. Not even sure I can name my favorite film, come to think."

Anything more he'd been about to say was interrupted as more people began entering, whom he turned his head to regard while maintaining his honest smile. First a girl who seemed equally dressed for a funeral as Sunny himself. Upon spotting him, she seemed to become a bit skittish, which made him feel as if he'd offended her by his presence. Making a mental note to himself to try extra hard to get along with her, he stayed peaceably quiet and simply watched the rest of the new hires of Sidereal Agency trickle in. Or maybe not all new "hires"? The woman dressed like a femme fatale was saying something about a business partnership... Hm. Interesting.

And last to arrive was their glorious leader-slash-new-boss! Sunny gave Leonardo a solid nod as he entered and offered to pay for strawberry shortcake for any who desired it.

"I'll have a slice if you don't mind, Keith," he quietly uttered to the barista as an aside as Mimi took charge and proposed an icebreaker, which the boss-man agreed to. It was nice to have a new co-worker who was so comfortable in their own skin like her or Henry, he mused, even if her words about herself suggested she could evidently change roles at the drop of a hat. Most of the rest seemed like they were less than thrilled to be meeting so many new people at once.

Take Derald, for instance, who seemed to think Sunny Clearview was some kind of former cop. The blond man couldn't help but let out a subdued chuckle at that. Well, he wasn't that far off. Once the self-proclaimed inferior mage had finished saying his piece, the bespectacled man jumped in and took his turn.

"Well, 'law enforcement' is technically off the mark, but you're in the right ballpark," he explained, his words managing to carry in spite of his reluctance to raise his voice. "Pleasure to meet y'all. The name's Sunny Clearview - and since Winnifred's already expressed her skepticism, yes, that's my real name from my very own birth certificate. It's not somethin' I can talk about in great detail, since much of my work for the D-o-M was classified, but my most recent job was in special operations related to Mystics.

"I'm not really trained in Magecraft beyond Reinforcement, but I've got an Ivy League education in Political Science and Chemistry. Latter should be useful for forensics work, and former should be useful because, let's face it, if there ends up bein' some kinda Mystic-related conspiracy, there's a good chance politicians are gonna be wrapped up in it somehow. I was also born with Mystic Eyes of the Prana-Sight variety; they do about what you'd expect based on the name, but I tend to wear these Mystic Eye Killer glasses most of the time to avoid accidentally using 'em when it's not needed.

"And if you're thinkin' I'm gonna narc on ya 'cause I'm a former fed, no need to worry there, Brother," he said with a wink to Derald after a beat. "Ain't no love lost between me and the government. If I never see another member of the DoM ever again, I'll be a happy man."

---

"Well, everyone has introduced themselves, so I suppose we should get down to business. I'm sure you all will know each other more on the job. Let's move our conversation upstairs to my office. Bring the cakes if you want," Leonardo said after Sunny finished speaking.

He then turned to Keith, "We'll get out of your hair now, Keith," he said, before heading upstairs, gesturing for his new employee to follow him.

The stairs led to a small area, where two doors could be seen, one directly to the front, greeting visitors directly from the 1st floor, and the other one to the left. Both seemingly led to different parts of the 2nd floor.

The door in the front had a sign reading 'Sidereal Agency'. Leonardo opened the door to a cosy modern office space, with some decorative plants here and there.

Over at the corner was what appeared to be a small kitchen area equipped with an electric stove. Given a simple coffee machine and the various tea leaves and paraphernalia used to brew tea, it was clear which one the owner of the office favoured in the debate between coffee and tea.

Finally, beside a window, a work desk in front of shelves of documents had a laptop on top of it could be seen, with some other papers neatly stacked beside the laptop. It seemed to be Leonardo's workspace. Not far from it, there were couches and sofas around a table that had a pot of tea, common condiments, and some cups on it.

"Have a seat," Leonardo gestured to the sofa.

"Now then," he began, "I'm sure that you already have a good idea what sort of work we do here, but to be clear, so there's no misunderstanding, while on the surface we are a detective agency taking on weird occult cases, our real world is more like fixers or consultants. We take 'cases' from basically everyone. Of course, if it's too dangerous or something that would have the DoM come down on us, I'd just straight up reject those jobs. But aside from that, as long as the pay is good, we'll offer our services. Private clients are a given, but this also includes the occasional jobs from the Church, American Mystic Society, DoM and even the mafia. This next comparison isn't too flattering, but I suppose you can think of us as small-scale Pinkertons for the magecraft world in Millhaven."

Leonardo then took out his phone, "Give me a minute to create a chat group for us on Cipher."

Cipher, short for AetherCipher, was the chat application used by those involved in mystics, primarily in the States. Created by the American Mystics Society, it was a chat application encrypted with both conventional technology and Internet Magecraft.

A moment later, those whose phones were not set to silent received a notification sound.

"There, that should do it," Leonardo said.

A moment later, he sent a picture through the chat application.



"This is the client, Fatma Amari, 36. The request is concerning her child, Evan Amari, 14. Since last week, Evan told Fatma that a 'demonic entity' was talking to him. Because he had taken the divorce between his parents last year hard, Fatma thought it was just a psychological or psychiatric issue at first, but then, apparently, Evan was able to know what Fatma was thinking, which he said was because the demonic figure he saw told him. Then, after a few days, Evan was able to speak Arabic, a language he never studied. As before, Evan said that the demonic figure taught him how. Fatma is not a practising mage, but she came from a mage family in Egypt before immigrating here, so she's aware that true demonic possession is dangerous. However, given that the DoM has been... trigger-happy, shall we say, ever since that incident in Florida, Fatma is reluctant to contact them and risk Evan unless this is a real case of demonic possession. That's where we come in, she wanted us as consultants to determine the cause, whether it is true demonic possession or something else. Even if it is true demonic possession, Evan had not shown overt signs such as psychokinesis or enhanced strength or bodily mutation, the demon is far from mature, so it should be 'safe'," Leonardo made an air quotation with his hands on the word safe, before continuing, "Just don't do anything stupid like naming the demon and having it mature like that infamous priest from Florida, okay? Any questions?"

---

Derald was relieved that Sunny and him shares the same sentiment about the DoM, Perhaps this common ground is enough for the young gangster to almost trust him.

As soon as Derald was invited to the agency’s group chat through Cipher. He quickly starts tapping his phone and immediately changes his nickname to xxHYDRAxx. This is his gamer tag from his youth. The self-loathing mafioso did have some normalcy in his free time aside from committing juvenile crimes during his childhood like playing video games and such.

He lights up another smoke as he analyzes their team’s first case. This is the third cigar he has taken ever since he arrived here, but hey, who’s counting? It’s his health.

“This is our first client? not gonna lie.. Mrs. Fatma is fine as hell, call me Ceasar cause i think i found my Cleopatra. ” He released a long whistle while looking at the picture.

After hearing Leonardo's brief on her case. His down-bad mood quickly dissipate as Derald's face went somber.

“So that’s her story, huh? Having her child curse like that is just plain despicable, I should know,” He mumbles the last part and clenches his fist. A relatable predicament for the dropout mage.

“In any case, demons don’t just pop out of nowhere; they need a pact, a ritual to be summoned and tethered to this world. Or at least that’s what I know from the movies.” He said in theory.

“I can volunteer to do a quick sweep where her son went prior to his possession last week. checking whether there's a change in Evan's daily routine.” He contributed to the other magus sleuths.

Selene truly got lost in the conversation She had no knowledge on whatever this DoW
Because despite herdiligent and professionalism outside of missions she's rather goal oriented or in lehman terms she did no research before coming to america

She only fully paying attention when the mission details started can be given to her
She pulled out a hard leather book from coat on her body and run the text out loud

“ despite multiple creatures being classified as a demons due to the west influence , what mage are typically are to referred imaginary monsters created from human desires typically , in the early stages , an exorcism would be enough to free the subject at hand however , if the stage is progressed past the beginning form saving the individual possessed by the demon is impossible the only recommended action at that point is to execute the target

UNDER NO CIRCUMSTANCES MUST YOU NAME A DEMON to give a demon a name, Is to give it form and purpose a demon's danger drastically increases upon giving it a name

“ As this is my first time dealing with such a creature I have very little knowledge if I could do anything to aid with the process however, I do have an acquaintance There is more knowledgeable on topic if you do not mind, I shall be taking this form to my acquaintance You see if they could help me”

Selene speaks like she already knows the answer to her question Look she never expected her employer to say no to her in the first place the Aura coming off of her is completely different than the aura she was giving off earlier if before it was a an animal that checking its surroundings the now is that of a predator deciding if a target is worth killing or not

Well this is happening a black feather comes from her coat a cell phone is in front of Selene making noises

Selene “ why is the metal box making noise”
The aura of a killer completely disappears now she looks like a confused child

---

"Heh. I get where you're coming from, but be professional, okay?" Leonardo said with a light chuckle at Derald's comment about their client's appearance.

To Derald's remarks about demons and his offer to try investigating where their client's kid had been last week, he replied, "Yeah, well...demons are rare, even for us in the Clock Tower. The Church usually quickly takes care of most genuine demonic possession, so mages don't encounter them a lot. Well, there ARE some mage families in Eulyphis whose foundations are Solomonic Summonings, so they do deal in demons, but aside from those guys, angels are probably used more in magecraft than demons. Anyway, the idea to investigate where the kid's been is not a bad one. We can't rule out the fact that this is a work of a mage or other people dealing in the supernatural, as Ms Amari does have connections to the magecraft world."

It was then that he saw Selene pulling out a leather book and starting to read an entry about demons.

Leonardo nodded, "That's about all I know about them, too, even if I use Spiritual Evocation magecraft," then seemingly unbothered at the change of demeanour in Selene, he continued without missing a beat, "I'll have to say no to you asking your acquaintance, though. Considering your place of residence is at St. Elmo's Church, I have a pretty good idea who you were referring to. Unfortunately, our client also requested not to involve the Holy Church—apparently her grandfather had a brutal encounter with an Executor once, so she's wary of the Holy Church and their agents—so obviously bringing in an Executor for expert opinion, so to speak, is a no-go. I'd rather that—"

He then stopped, as Selene confusedly asked about why the 'metal box is making a noise'.

Unlike before, when Selene was showing some hostility, this time, Leonardo was caught off guard, taken aback.

"You're...joking, right? There is no way you're that clueless or out of touch, even my cousin, the current Lord Animusphere, knows what a phone is! Even if she doesn't use one. And the Animusphere is infamous for being an isolationist hermit on top of a mountain!"

He then sighed. He might have underestimated how sheltered Selene was. No wonder she thought about getting revenge on the Gaiuslinks; it wasn't arrogance, she was just absurdly oblivious.

---

Richard kept standing as he looked around the bat. A habit from his previous affliation and one that he believe will serve him well while he work here. He decided to stay silent when the conversation suddenly shifted to their previous illicit jobs, idle conversations aren't exactly the proper place to reveal himself. If he return home with only the boss knowing his actual surname then his 'plan' went without a hitch.

The room is a familiar sight to Richard, having memorized it on the likely chance he gets hired, he is still standing on the back of the couch letting others enjoy the comfort. Scrolling through his phone, he found a new chat group just above the few chats he left on read.

"It takes less than second before a routine suddenly turns into a mess." Richard agreed, recalling a memory where he is sent to attack something than be a guard. Stupid talismans and killzones, he is thankful that he wasn't alone or he would dead by the sheer amount of bullets they unleashed.

Especially if we're dealing with unknowns, we could at least ask...

His thoughts will be interrupted by Selene asking what a phone is. He heard rumours about the magus being so up in their search for the Root that they basically became tech illiterate but even this as the boss said is absurd.

"That's a phone basically a non-magical communication tool but also a versatile tool depending on the model. I could teach on it's uses later, its not my first time teaching someone how phones work." he offered to Selene as he showed his own phone, a pretty old touchscreen phone that seemed to have some layers of magecraft on it.

---

Derald flinched as he saw the magi girl acting all different, Selene was it? dropping some lore on demons on a different demeanour, claiming she knows someone who's a expert about demonic possessions. He isn’t versed on how this happened or what spell she used to alter her personality once she pulls out that creepy book, but on the streets, he knows a murderous intent when he sees one, It's all too familiar like a rival gang planning to ice someone in cold blood. Self-preservation dictates he should stir clear of the funeral themed girl.

Luckily, from the way he sees it, this girl’s persona has an on/off switch, some Jekyll and Hyde shit.

Derald let the whole thing play out as the quiet guy from the corner (Richard) offers some teaching to a tech-impaired girl about the wonders of modern technology.

Derald clears his throat before speaking again.

“Right... there are too many variables to why Fatma’s child is acting like that. The whole angels, demons, religion, and theology thing really escapes me.” He scratches his head.

“The best thing we can do is narrow down the cause and find a treatment without harming the child before it gets worse i presume.” He diagnose the case, letting his doctor-like side speak.

“I can round up any potential witness who made contact with Evan, hopeful to find a lead about my theory about the involvement of a third party mystics" He said.

"and don’t worry if they don’t cooperate, I got ways for them to talk.” The young mafioso said with a smirk, briefly showing his box of syringes out of his coat. His mystic code, the bane of most normal humans: poison.

“Also, what do you mean by her grandfather has beef with the executors? I feel like this pretty face client of ours has quite the family history with the church’s hitman.” He asked Leonardo.

When asked to sit, Winnifred didn't sit. The amount of mages in the room didn't inspire confidence; she didn't let anything outwardly show, because to be honest she looked like she was either about to fall asleep or feared death at all times anyway. This was, after all, what she signed up for...if she had imagined that mages would be a smaller portion of the crew, instead of the majority. Really, once everyone started filing in and she started noticing their flippant discussion of magecraft and European accents, she started shutting up. Trust wasn't afforded to them this easily. As an additional note, it's important to mention that Winnifred's notif-noise was simulated dog barking.

Many of the specifics in terms were flying over her head as Leonardo discussed them, but they wouldn't after. She was making detailed notes of everything said in very hurried scrawl on a small notepad, marking out all of the unknown terms used (most of them) to be noted later. Winnifred then held her hand up to speak and absolutely required Leonardo to indicate her if she was going to go on; speaking out of turn was death. Her voice was quiet, as usual, but hopefully all the people with their nice outfits shuffling around didn't drown it out: "Two questions, in order."

"One, you speak about the 'magecraft world of Millhaven'. How large is the number of mages per capita meant to imply in relation to the general population of Millhaven? This isn't a small city for a coastal tourist location by regional standards, but I haven't seen any mages that need to be dealt with in my time outdoors at night yet."

"Two, though I acknowledge this as unlikely in the immediate future, in the event of manifestation becoming an inevitability...are we supposed to use all measures to contain the threat? Regardless of our client's attachments to the host."

MiMi TucknShine

I can get close to the girl, From there, We confirm what’s actually in front of us: a young girl with a history, a temperament, a pattern. If something is “out of the ordinary,” it will show itself in behavior, in triggers, in the way she speaks when she thinks no one is trying to trap her.

Now she comes from a mage family in Egypt. We can run background check and pull up any Names, records, affiliations, any family lore that repeats too cleanly to be coincidence. Heritage matters whether it’s magic, myth, or simply the kind of upbringing that teaches a child to perform mystery like a second language

I’ll take the mantle of child psychologist not as a costume, darling, but as a method. I’ll speak softly, ask the right questions, and watch what she does when the room stops demanding a performance. Children don’t need interrogation. They need an exit from everyone else’s narrative

It will be most helpful If someone else can be in the room with me. that can play the role of the assistant and document everything during our therapy session.

Before we hunt demons we hunt truths.

---

"Yes, you do that. And...thanks," Leonardo said to Richard at his offer to teach Selene how to use a phone.

Turning to Derald, he added, "As for interrogating suspects...I'll leave it to you, but keep it discreet. And make sure they're actually involved with Mystics. The DoM sort of turned a blind eye to businesses between those involved in Mystics, but they'll be stepping in if it involves ordinary civilians. In any case, about Ms Amari's history, it's nothing that special, really. In the first place, Executors are those tasked to eliminate what the Holy Church considers to be heresy. Naturally, that includes magecraft. The Holy Church has an arrangement with the DoM and the Mage Association, but conflicts still happen occasionally, especially for unaffiliated magi, as was the case for the Amari Family. Apparently, her family magecraft's thaumaturgical foundation is Islamic Mysticism, so there was some overlap of 'holy relics' with the Church, leading to some confrontation with an Executor in a dispute for an Abrahamic faith relic."

Noticing Winnifred raising her hand, Leonardo gave her a nod, prompting her to ask her questions, before answering, "There aren't that many magi in Millhaven, comparatively speaking, to say, DC. In the first place, only about 2.5% of Millhaven's population is involved with the Mystics, making up about a little below 400. Of those, probably about half are magi. Well, more spellcasters than magi, but the terms are interchangeable in America. For number two...if it comes to that, call the Holy Church. Or the DoM. Probably both. A fully matured demon is too dangerous to deal with without those people."

Finally, to MiMi's suggestion, Leonardo replied, "You mean you want to act separately so Ms Fatma wouldn't realise you're part of our agency she hired? Well, I'm not opposed to it if you think you'll get better results that way. Better think of a way to make it not suspicious for a psychologist to suddenly show up at her door, though."

“Do you make it clear I understand the cell-ular devi-ce is a device that allows me to call other people I don't know why it makes noises when i'm not being called though”

She shows her phone to Richard and it seems that every app besides her call app has completely maxed out notifications

it seemed to ever gave her this phone fail to mention to her any other functions of the phone

“ If I'm not allowed to bring my acquaintance into this encounter then My best value it's the with a less combat focus person what seems”

She looked around the room clearly not impressed this is a painful reminder that she is a mage from the clock tower or just might be her natural demeanor it talked as hell would come to this woman

“ what seems to be most of you as I was expressly told by my cousin to avoid killing a child so i'm trying to avoid that outcome with the best of my capabilities”

“ so mimi intends to go talk to the child I should probably go with her as security In case it is demon or some other form of magecraft “

“ A bit low in supplies, but it should be more than enough to defend myself from other people from most people in the city as far as I could.”

200 mages (possibly)...
Even if it was 100 mages, 50 mages and 150 connected persons, that'd be intimidating. But 200? She wasn't even sure she knew 200 people across her lifetime on a first-name basis. All of them living in this one city made her wonder just how many were sitting around Portland. Was the average girl who was worryingly into werewolf literature secretly researching for the wars that happen in the night? When she stood outside of Lloyd Center at 3am and tried getting past the crackheads to talk to the statuary, were they consuming cocaine to heighten their third eye or whatever?

She didn't show it much, but that answer subtly set her off. Eyes wandered and gawked at the others in the room, some small part of 200 (or even less if he was counting solely residents...). At least the second answer didn't make her more paranoid than she already was. These people and their comfort in knowing something that others don't...

"My remaining question. Is this Abrahamic relic still in her possession, in a locality nearby that they're permanent residents of? My contribution will be greater if they've been in the same location for some time."

MiMi TucknShine

I believe the best option and the one that the smoothest is to talk to the parents and have them agree to a referral to a child psychologist.

Once they agree, you can send them my name and present me as your professional contact. Clean. Credible. No drama.

The child needs a proper mental evaluation and a meeting beforehand. That gives us a calm, structured way to gather as much initial information as possible history, behavior, stressors, family dynamics and it sets us up to move forward with facts instead of rumors.

Simple. Controlled. Efficient.

That’s how we get what we need.

---

"Got it boss, alright Selene let's see your phone." Richard spoke as he approached Selene looking at her phone is very clearly untouched barring the call and text functions. This reminds him of a co- charge of his, she is more blatant in her helplessness with modern technology but she has the initiative to check on stuff, granted it is how most scams get access but it shows she is willing to navigate. Eventually learned enough but is really unwilling to use it. He is pretty, he is crafting some concoction in a dubious swamp living the dream of every hermit alchemist. He doesn’t get it but if it makes her happy..

”Alright you already knew how messages work, so let’s start with features a normal phone could have. There should be a camera icon on the screen, let me teach you how to take a photo…” Richard spoke as he took a photo of Selene before showing it to her. ”There now your turn, take a photo of something.”

He would roll his eyes at the reason for distrust. He would say it’s stupid but he knew how petty people can get, add in the religious context and here’s an incoming trainwreck.