The goddess who symbolizes truth is called Ma'at. She gently spreads her wings, and a soundless song flows from her lips. The evening bells toll, feathers dance across the sky, and the time of judgment has come. Darkness will find nowhere to hide.
"The world has more than enough fools, and it will never run short of them. A little stupidity helps keep things in order." His quill swept across the page with a flourish. The boy draped the cloak from the back of his chair over his shoulders, and flecks of light suddenly burst in his eyes.
"The person I am now is the sum of everything I have been."
Most clients came to the detective seeking help with sorrowful expressions. The detective, who put reason above all else, generally met them with indifference. Now that his parents were gone, he had learned how to deal with emotions that might cloud his judgment.
"The crime has already happened, the harm has already been done. A detective who cannot predict the future can only get closer to the truth after the fact."
He kept his empathy in check as he pored over case files dense with clues, like someone sipping bitter coffee.
"So..." He raised his head and reached toward the edge of the windowsill, where the breeze blew in. His deep blue eyes reflected the image of the invitation in his hand.
"I will protect you." It was a reckless decision, uncharacteristic of a detective, and one only a fool with nothing left to lose would make.
The invitation fell. Its once-clear words vanished into the air as if they had burst into flames, leaving behind only the lingering, icy scent of a snake.
[Let's play a game.]
The game is beginning.
You belong at the pinnacle, adored by all, basking in the attention of countless stars.
Theme: Putting people first
