(Author's Note: For those who read Occult Detective before, I revised the ending of Chapter 1 as well as replace and uploaded new images. Please check that out before reading this chapter.)
I decided to take the train to Uni since it is a lot cheaper than taking an Uber and a lot faster than taking a bus.
Since it is the peak of rush hour, the station is jam packed with people ranging from middle school students to office workers.
The whole area is filled with noise of people chatting and from the ads that are being played by the holograms that are all over the place.
Speaking about ads being played, there is one particular ad that stands out among the rest which is an ad about an idol group who is wearing similar dresses with decorations that looks like pastries but each dress is in a different color.
The group of girls are singing on a pink studio type looking stage with a white text that says “Sweet Dream” that is rotating in an arch made of white light.
I’m assuming Sweet Dream is the name of the idol group.
As to why the ad stands out to me so much, it is because of two of the members of the idol group looks really familiar to me specifically the blue haired girl and the blond girl.
The blue haired girl resembles a certain underclassmen of mine who specializes in Witchcraft while the blond girl looks awfully a lot like Sonia.
I know that the blond girl could not be Sonia since I saw Sonia’s lifeless body myself 10 years ago at that cult sanctuary and in the funeral, so, I am positive that isn’t her but I do know someone who would look like her.
A certain someone who hates me from the bottom of her heart because in her eyes, I took her precious sister away from her.
A certain someone who is Sonia’s little sister, Faith.
I could never forget that incident at the funeral where Faith blamed me for everything and she wishes that it was me instead of Sonia.
I myself wished that it was me instead and her words felt like a stab to the heart.
Ever since then, I didn’t talk to Sonia’s family because I will only bring back bad memories to them.
Speaking about Sonia, I should visit her grave after classes.
It’s her death anniversary today after all.
Reminiscing of the past dug up the guilt that I have been feeling for the past 10 years which made me feel awful.
I definitely feel really shitty right now.
While I was thinking to myself, an office worker who seemed to be in his mid twenties bump into me which snapped me back to reality.
As I felt the pain on my left shoulder, I noticed that the train have already arrived.
The guy who bumped into me did not apologized and proceed to force his way into the train with a bunch of other people.
Although I do find his actions rude, I couldn’t blame him bumping into me since I was spacing out after all.
Then again, rude is rude.
I look around to see if I could somehow squeeze my way through the crowd but no matter how much I look, there is no room for me to squeeze in.
I gave up on trying to board the train and wait for the next one.
Oh well! It’s not I’ll be late or anything since orientation starts 2 hours from now.
I just have the attitude of always being early after all.
While I was thinking to myself, I hear someone expressing their pain which took my attention.
“Ow! Ow! Ow!”
I turn towards the person who is expressing their pain and saw a beautiful woman with white long hair and blue eyes who is on the floor.
The woman is wearing a black blazer, a white polo shirt which length is right above the naval, a black string bow tie, a black slacks with a black belt, and a black high heels with stockings.
One way to describe her is that she looks like a stylish CEO of some big company.
Then again, CEOs would not be taking the train so she is probably just a stylish office worker.
Not far from the woman is a brown leather office bag with the contents spilled that seemed to be documents.
The woman recovers from her pain and looks at the documents that have been scattered all over the floor and sighs.
She starts collecting the scattered documents.
I’m assuming someone bump into her like me and she end up falling to the ground.
As someone who has decency, I decided to help her out.
I approach the scattered documents and start collecting them.
The woman notices me collecting the documents and thanks me.
“Thank you...”
I respond to her.
“No problem.”
While I was collecting the documents, I noticed that the documents are actually fliers of some sort of agency.
I couldn’t hep my curiosity and take a look at it.
Minerva Detective Agency
If you have any problems with the Paranormal, come to Minerva!!!
Contact Details:
Phone: XXXX – XXXX – XXXX
Email: contact@minervaagency.com
Address: Sky Lance Building 13th Floor, 4th Street Blanche Ave, Business District, Libra City, 131344
Website: minervaagency.com
Socials:
IG: @MinervaAgencySOS
FB: Minerva Agency
Twitter: MinervaAgencySOS
A paranormal detective agency huh...
I am skeptical in regards to paranormal investigators despite being involve in the world of the Occult since majority of them are frauds, but, who am I to judge other people on how they make money?
While I was glancing on the flyer, the beautiful woman with white long hair talks to me.
“Are you in need of service? Don’t worry! The fees are cheap.”
I reject her offer politely.
“Oh! No! I was just curious about the flyer. I don’t need any service. Thank you.”
The woman looks at me with her big round sky blue eyes.
I don’t know why but there is something about that stare that makes me feel both mesmerized and creeped out at the same time.
It’s like she is staring into my soul.
I couldn’t take this awkward feeling anymore so I questioned her while looking away.
“W-what? I-is there something wrong?”
The woman asked?
“You are not creeped out are you?”
“No, not at all!”
I answered.
The woman slightly tilts her head and ask.
“You don’t think I’m a nut job at all?”
“No! Not at all! Why would I think that?”
I responded.
The woman answers.
“It is because the paranormal is considered as a hoax and someone who is in possession of flyers such as these, wouldn’t you think I’m crazy or part of some cult?”
The woman asked without batting an eye.
I answer her question.
“No, I don’t think you’re crazy nor you are a part of a cult.”
As someone who had a first hand experience with cults, she is far from it.
“And why is that?”
The woman asked while looking at me with an expression that resembles observing a specimen doing some test.
“It is because, I myself believe in the paranormal since there are things that even science could not explain.”
I answered.
Her eyes glitters as she heard my answer and she gives me a look of excitement.
Then, she suddenly held both of my hand with her soft and smooth hands which almost made me drop the fiyers that I collected.
By the way, she drop the flyers that she collected.
“Comrade!”
She shouted excitedly which made me astonished.
I couldn’t help but to react.
“Excuse me?”
“You are the same kind as me so you are my comrade! My brethren!”
The woman passionately said which made me feel awkward and embarrassed at the same time.
Since she shouted, everyone turned their gazes towards us which is making me feel more awkward.
I tried to avert the attention of the people who are looking at us.
“It’s nothing! Nothing at all! Nothing to see here.”
Then I give off an awkward laugh.
“Ha ha ha ha...”
The people lost interest and went back to what they were doing which made me sigh in relief.
“Sigh!”
The woman who is still holding my hand is still staring at me with excitement.
Since I am getting embarrassed with her holding my hand, I try to tell her to stop in a polite way.
“So, um... How long are you going to hold my hand for?”
“Let me savor this moment of meeting a comrade.”
The woman replied while still holding my hand.
I gotta say, she is really eccentric.
The train have arrived while she is still holding my hand.
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