The Case of Mordecai Glenn

My first memory was opening my eyes and blinking multiple times as my eyes adjusted to the pale moonlight. I remember sitting up, my lips slightly parted as I took in a deep breath, inhaling and tasting all of the delicious flavors that floated on the wind. I had held a hand in front of my face, using the other one to balance myself, and studied each vein and finger with curiousness. Once I felt that I had studied my limbs enough I looked in front of me where a woman stood. Her features were everything but subtle. With every edge as sharp as a blade and every curve as round as an orange, I couldn't help but feel uneasy. The woman's hair draped down her broad shoulders but still somehow glimmered even with her facing away from the moonlight. Her long fingers went to a hood on her cloak and she brought it up so that I could only focus on her face and a front portion. I tried to use my vocal chords, which were still forming and winced in pain. They were tight and hurt as hell. The woman took a step closer to me and brought a finger to her lips. "Shh," She whispered before kneeling before me. "When you are feeling fully restored, run. Run like hell."

Cai became a detective when he moved to Colorado with his dick of a cat and Moria, his girlfriend. The three and Cai's partner in crime (He prefers to call her that but, it really should be against crime), Detective Williams try to discover a mysterious kidnapper.