The Christmas Redemption

Daryl Buket

As Nicholas was led into a tiny wooden cottage which, was where the old man recided at night, then slammed the door behind him. "Son, if you are speaking the truth and the truth only then we have to save your father from the Myth Police Agency." Nicholas had never mentioned that it was called the Myth Police Agency "Sir, do you know who they are?" The old man sighed before stroking his white beard. "My name is Daryl Buket and I worked for the Myth Police Agency. I began working there as I thought that what they did was right..." the old man coughed heavily before continuing "... thing, realizing whether mythic people and creatures until Jordan Baak or Agent 53 the mission commissioner began to subdue and arrest these creatures and began to expose their identities hence, why people know your father's name. "When do we leave Daryl?" The old man coughed "You can tell anyone about my identity as this village thinks I am a small nomad travelling this lands. Edgarton is a humble town that doesn't help any stranger, follow me to my workshop." The pair walked out of the house looking upon a tiny workshop upon cliff overlooking Edgarton.