In the deepest part of South Harlem, located on 7th street, was an old small one-story building that let off the smell of cherry blossom tea that you could smell a few blocks away. Lewis grinned as he stood feet before the building, shaking his head. This building was home and workplace of three people who call themselves, Soma; a term coined in the late ’80s. Soma is defined as one whose life does not matter. They are nothing more than a living tool and will do anything for money. 

     He stepped forward and trotted up the stone staircase that led to a wooden door. He grabbed ahold of the rusted silver doorknob and twisted it. The door opened inward, ringing a small bell attached to the top and the smell poured out. Inside the building, it was designed as a home. Beaten up couches sat facing one another with a coffee table separating them. To the right was a window where you could see the street and on the other side was a small round dining table for three. Small plants laid in the corners of the box and on the opposite side where Lewis stood was a small kitchen that brewed the tea.

     “Welcome!” he heard a soft voice greet as he entered.

     “Well, what a surprise!” Lewis chuckled, striding over to the couch as a twelve-year-old girl walked out of the small hallway located on the left. Her long red was twisted in two ponytails, allowing the sunflowers from each side to shine and she wore a blue overall dress with long white stockings and dolly black shoes.

     “Whoa!” she gasped, skipping over to the couch, “Good day Mr. Smith! I haven’t seen you in a while! How long has it been?” She sat down on the couch and placed her hands in her lap.

     “A couple of months! I heard you were away. Went to Man’Ra, right?” he grinned.

     “That’s correct! Had to do a bit of a Witch Hunt.” She giggled, “However, Man’Ra isn’t like Marviel at all so I’m happy to be back!”

     “Well, its good to have you back! Where are the two idiots?” he questioned.

     “I believe one is still asleep and the other took off to fetch the morning bread! How can we assist you, Mr. Smith?” she inquired, her bright yellow eyes shimmered with excitement.

     “There’s been a string of murders within the Sanguin District the last five days. Bodies keep appearing in alleyways with no connection to one another. Sir Joseph has requested that you all look into it and find the killer.” He explained.

     “What’s the pay?”

     “Top dollar. Possibly One Hundred Quins.” He smiled.

     “We’ll look into it. But there are no guarantees that the person we find will not end up dead~.” She sang.

     “You have mine and Sir Joseph’s thanks!” Lewis lifted from the couch, “You have a nice day, Ms. Soma.” He bided escorting himself out of the home.

     She placed her pointer on the tip of her chin and tilted her head. Sanguin District was one of the strictest sections of Marviel and that was all thanks to the head of the Sanguin Organization, Edgar. He was a tough man to please and the last she had heard there was a night ordinance in place. No one at night past 10pm or else you’ll be escorted out or to The Center until morning. If you break the ordinance too many times you’ll be charged with disorderly conduct and disobeying the Organizations orders and sentenced to El Ta Vin. And no one wants to go to El Ta Vin.