Scholarly Volumes - DUTCH Week 5
Introduction For Scholarly Volumes
Furthermore, the androids assist with companionship by caring for pets, arranging
outings, and providing favorite songs, books, and photos.
You stop to look around and see
the same thing happening to everyone around you.
When you sit up, you come face to face
with the cutest boy you have ever seen.
Jerk.
It is one you've never heard of before.
He's
tired of being walked all over, so instead has possessed you. Soon thereafter, you are
captured and brought to the court of the Desert Magus, an ancient warlock with
immeasurable power who reveals that he has been the one reshaping the West to his will—
and he intends to continue. After testing the atmosphere and determining it to be safe,
you're sent with a group of divers to explore.
After several elves are murdered, the police
bring you in to investigate who is behind these gruesome acts.
She met her current
boyfriend through it and, according to her, he's perfect.
You begrudgingly take it to your
suburban home and, despite your displeasure, realize it really isn't too bad of a house guest.
The Nix nudges the small sleeping horse, pointing out lesions on its leg.
Yet as soon as you
step foot into the building, you sense that something is wrong.
Rumors are spreading that
these scavengers have banded together under a ruthless leader who will do anything to take
your land for themselves.
The man was fidgety and kept avoiding eye contact with you, your
parents, and the entire vet staff.
You are a bartender in a speakeasy in the 1920s, hidden within the basement of the
city library.
You've waited for decades for your prince to come, but to no avail.
You keep
following the sound of crying until you stumble upon a young man sitting at the base of an
especially tall tree.
It isn't supposed to happen anymore.
You are a private eye in the heart
of the city who is often tasked with scoping out adulterers, people who skip out on their
girlfriends, or shady business deals.
The only one left is an old woman who explains to you
that the will-o'-the-wisps who reside in the town sewer promised them immortality, but at
the expense of something precious—in this case, books.
Before you can reply, your mother's
scream rips through the night. Eventually you opened your own private detective agency in
Hawaii and named it after your former moniker: Astraea Investigative Services. The majestic
tune invades your senses as your eyes shut.
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