Bismuth

Prologue

It was a dark and hazy early morning in Sarintalito, Miniantelopia. Two women in their early 20s walk out of a local diner side by side. The woman on the left is shorter than the other, having streaked blue hair and a petite figure. The girl on the right was taller and slender, her fluffed brown hair framing her face in a somewhat delicate manner.

As they walk to their work the petite one peaks, breaking the small silence,
"Persephone?" She asked in a small voice to her friend. "D...Do you think we'll be taken seriously by potential clients?"

Her friend huffed. "Sorry to break it to you Bareea, but as long as we're women. They won't be able to wait 11 seconds before they ask us to make us a sandwich or pick up a broom and start cleaning!!!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands into the air.

Bareea sights as she looks down and fidgets with her necklace. It's a plain necklace, but that's fine with Bareea. She adores the silver chain with a single bunny charm.

"Careful Bareea," Persephone warned, pulling her fiend out of her trance, "You'll trip." Eyes glancing at Bareea every few seconds.

"O...Oh, I'm sorry! Thank you, Persephone!" She says in a small panic as she checks her balance and surroundings. Accidentally brushing her hand against Persephone's, the two girls blushing and looking away from the other.

As they continue on their way on their journey to their office, neither of the two speak. If you were to drop a pin, you could hear it as clearly as the chime of a wind chime chiming on a windy day.

A few minutes pass by, and they reach a small building isolated by a few meters from the other from any other buildings. It has cream coloured walls with a brown roof, a sign in the front saying "Sarintalito Detective Agency, Open from 6Am-8Pm every day!"

By the time they entered the building the sky had brightened a good amount, and depending on the area, the Victorian style lamps are turning off one by one. In a matter of minutes the fog will have lifted, lamps turn off, people waking up to get ready for their jobs or school.

The girls check in and then walk to go sit at their 'desks' which are only two stools and bedside tables jammed into an already crowded corner. They put on fake grins as they cringed at the scent of the cigarettes and cigars of their co-workers. That is until they heard an all-too-familiar voice speak.
"Ms.Aeron, Ms.Connelly. A word,"