“Did you hear anything from Bartol, he was supposed to be the one handling the jail cells this morning? There’s a ton of paperwork still in need of organizing,” asked Chipper to one of his coworkers.This question could be heard in the corridor on the way to the jail cell where Mirror was half awake, looking at the iron bar door, waiting. Someone replied from another area of the corridor, but it was too muffled for Mirror to hear properly. All aspects of their enhanced senses have gone down to twenty-five percent, and even if they were provided with sustenance, the food they consumed barely gave them the energy their components can function with.“Ho—what?” Chipper said as his footsteps stopped, he was nearer to the door now by the volume of his voice. “Did you say they’re on indefinite leave? What the hell? They’ve been absent for no reason since they worked here, and now they’re skipping work again. How the hell am I supposed to do my fieldwork if people slack in the office?”Anothe

There were only two days until the inevitable trial for the incarceration of Mirror. The one fate Imago was given clue in from Chipper the day before Diyan visited them. Surprisingly, there was no revolt in their mind nor the will to completely fight, but the evidence that piled up versus the middle ground subjugation of the masses proved a greater enemy versus the face of indecision. Deciding to ponder Diyan’s words about the involvement of certain individuals to bully and acquire Mirror from the crowd felt like a horror movie gone wrong in the means of the rich and mediocre. Though, this sentiment was not originally from Imago but from Chipper who divulged Diyan’s information. It was clear that there are some forces they cannot go against unless they solve things the way they get out of a box and you’re a cat inside, pouncing outward forcibly. “Do you think the legitimacy of her words can be certain?” asked Chipper as they met during his shift break. “The last time I recall, Diyan

Sitting on the hidden part of their shed on the rooftop of the apartment complex, lit with the light of the town, was the picture of a woman smiling lazily at the lens of the camera. Their eyes looked dull in the color of sepia, but it did not hide her beauty and class that shone through the demure slump of her shoulders. Coifed braided hair adorned the back of her scalp while a crown of simple silver chain jewels laid on her forehead onto the edges of the braid that lands almost behind her inwardly curled ears. White was the color of her hair due to the hue that looked like several lines looked off contrast and too bright, but the setting of the background depicted the dark inlay of the streets she was photographed in with a simple light grey colored dress that was tied on the neckline by a striped ribbon. She was exuding a rich lady playing for the first time in a place unusual and nothing bothered her, not even the world that looked unusual. The document read Emmy Darmstadt*, she

The struggle to trap the stabber should have been solved when Chipper and the young man, identified by Mirror as Imago carrying a large bag, captured him in a body slam duo. Imago weighted themselves with the bag that contained their portable generator, conveniently on their body well strapped in the backpack bag. Their knee is on one shoulder trying to avoid the neck while their weight was heavier on the other knee that sat by the leg adjacent to the shoulder.“Augh,” winced Chipper, the stab wound now fully bleeding as the knife was still inside him.He body slammed the stabber just to have a chance to avoid the stabber’s escape, it was fortunate that the lawyer got in the way so that the swerve the stabber did, had to assume a sharp corner turner. The sudden turn takes time to step away and over, giving Chipper a chance so that he could force himself to heave his body over as a blockage.Chipper felt the sting become unbearable so the focus on his legs and elbow gave way when he po

The girl stood at four feet tall with her hair tightly bound by braids on the side of her face. No one would guess that the distance Imago saw the girl could be considered as “clear enough to see everything,” but it is what it is, they saw everything through their eyes. Completely mapping out how the girls’ eye’s looked alive but sad, dim to the daylight.Amazingly, it’s not how gloomy she expressed her emotions on her youthful face that catches Imago’s attention. Creepily considering if there was a hidden laboratory in this town or something akin to it, the girl looked like the woman from the picture and a possible youthful-looking Mirror. If Imago ever wondered what a young Mirror would look like, and female, there is a standing example just a distance away, in front of them.Someone had called Imago over so that they could have another hand carrying the five-foot chocolate fountain as the centerpiece of the reception area. Running over to help the others, Imago glances one last tim