Today was September 18th, 2009. It was her first day on the job, her alarm clocked blared signaling the start of a new day for Genevieve. Genevieve, despite graduating from her training as an agent, she was still quite lazy. The woman struggled to get from her comfortable bed, thinking to herself “I don’t want to go…” Well, it certainly seems like she had no options, getting up from her resting position she scanned her room, well it was simple.
A guitar leaned onto the wall, posters plastered across the walls signifying her love for music, it does explain the presence of her guitar, and her work computer which had rested on a desk that seemed as if it was not cleaned in a matter of weeks, considering there were crumpled pieces of paper, and wrappers that no longer held snacks… Genevieve sees this, forcing herself to stand up and get to work. The young woman took a vacuum cleaner that she had in the living room, lazily dragging it across the floor as she struggled to find an outlet for the vacuum, she groaned trying to find an outlet that had not been used yet, most were taken up by her computer.
She eventually found an open plug and began to clean her room. Minutes would pass until she was eventually done cleaning her room. Was she done with her things to do…? She would think so. She walked into the tiled floors of her bathroom, turning on the lights and looking at herself in the mirror, she stared at the reflection of herself, she could not believe that she made the cut, getting her coat and badge… The feeling was unreal… The young agent doubted her abilities as a Federal Agent, but her friends insisted, comforting her. Eventually, she would get over her doubts, washing her face as she eventually left the bathroom.
She walked out of her house, wearing the well-known jacket of the FBI. Today would be her first case, it certainly was not going to be an easy case for her, it was going to be quite an adventure for her. Entering her black Ford Crown Victoria, she sets off. She would then look to her right, seeing a file on her passenger seat. At least the agency was kind enough to give her a run down on what’s to come.
She took the file, observing the brown folder that had the insignia of her organization, "How thoughtful" the agent thought to herself as she flipped through the document... What... This wasn't what she expected, her first case... It was a homicide... Genevieve would be absolutely perplexed at the case she had to resolve, she stared at the file with an absolutely shocked expression on her face... "Had the Bureau lost their minds... I am a new hire..." Genevieve would tell herself, it is not like she had a choice, it's either that or she's out of a job.
She would let out a nervous laugh, eventually starting her car and driving to the scene where the murders took place. As she continued her drive to the incident, but she couldn't help but feel that something was wrong, that something greater than her was watching her in the dark. Genevieve would drive even further, pondering if her life was just someone's sick story, was she just a side character, a hero or villain created from the pigments of ink under the parchments of white, like a page of a novel.
To summarize it is a new federal agent, tasked to solve a mystery of a cult that had been responsible for several murders. Despite the cultists dying due to ritualistic suicide, she looks back on the case, eventually growing an obsession with it. Garnering the attention of two supernatural entities. One of light, one of darkness. The obsession eventually would grow to insanity, as she questions the leads that she had discovered. Eventually leading to physical action, to where she faces the agent of darkness, a demon summoned by the cult.
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