His Soul

A Taste of Freedom

Upon Curioso's radio silence, you did the only thing you could do, which was to telephone the local police and inform them of what you'd found. There was still something itching you about this case, about the missing part of the story you hadn't uncovered. Who put a concealing spell on the house? Was there someone in town capable of conjuring magic that you didn't know about? And more importantly, were they still a threat ?

You didn't know what to do. You were missing several bits of information that Curioso learned in your place. Valuable intel that he was choosing not to disclose to you. For this reason, you informed the officers that there was someone still at large - but when you mentioned spells and magic, they laughed in your face and waved you off. You felt incredibly insulted as you stormed off to your car, tossing Curioso's box haphazardly into the passenger seat in a fit of rage.

You took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. This wasn't the first time you'd been ridiculed on the job. In fact, if it weren't for your witnesses, your case of the missing collectors would've been a laughingstock at the police station. You turned your head and noticed the box was tipped over. Your anger gradually simmered into guilt, and you leaned over to right your mistake and buckle him carefully into the seat.

You let out one last sigh and started up your car, heading on your route back to the agency. You had a lot of paperwork to file with this case and you wanted to get a head start on that. You also planned to make a call to Brianna tonight, hopefully before the authorities could inform her on her wife's whereabouts...you didn't look forward to anything that awaited you, come to think of it.

Your eyes glanced over to the box as you drove, noticing it was still dark and Curioso had yet to say a single word. The guilt pooled in your stomach and made you feel terrible. You ruined things, didn't you? It had all been so promising...he was helping you with this case and even gave you the last piece to the puzzle to solve it.

You'd have to make it up to him. But how ?

You pulled up to the building and parked your car around back, unbuckling the box and carrying it in your hands. Once you entered your office, you made sure the sign was still closed and locked up behind you. You didn't plan on going anywhere else unless it was necessary. You'd had such a long day...and you needed to recover from the sights you'd seen. It was all terribly morbid.

You took a seat at your desk and moved the box to the edge of your workspace, collecting your writing utensils and the paperwork you had to file. May as well get your duties out of the way before tackling anything else.

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It was dark outside by the time you finished. The lamp on your desk was the only source of light. You stood from your chair and stretched, heading to the wall so you could flick on the light switch. It engulfed the room in artificial illumination and you moved your attention back to Curioso. Still no red or blue lights...but he had to be in there, listening and seeing.

You approached it and leaned on the edge of the wood tiredly. You doubted anything else could go wrong today. What would be the harm in testing something with him?

"Curioso," You spoke up, clearing your throat after having not spoken for hours. "I'm going to let you out."

You didn't get a response right away, and you were about to repeat yourself until the gems of the box flashed a gorgeous blue. Then the red accompanied it, and you knew he was present again. At least he wasn't going to make this hard...why would he pass up the opportunity to get out? The thing he'd been begging from you since day one?